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Book, page 191 / 371 was only a few minutes till Henry Anderson protested. "This isn't the speedway," he said. "What's your hurry?" "Two reasons seem to be all that are allowed for things at the present minute," answered Linda. "One of mine is that you can't drive this beast slow, and the other is that my workroom is piled high with things I should be doing. I have two sketches I must complete while I am in the mood, and I have had a great big letter from my friend, Marian Thorne, today that I want to answer before I go to bed tonight." "In other words," said Henry Anderson bluntly, "you want me to understand that when I have reached your place and dumped these stones I can beat it; you have no further use for me." "You said that," retorted Linda. "And who ever heard of such a thing," said Henry, "as a young woman sending away a person of my numerous charms and attractions in order to work, or to write a letter to another woman?" "But you're not taking into consideration," said Linda, "that I must work, and I scarcely know you, while I have known Marian ever since I was four years old and she is my best friend." "Well, she has no advantage over me" said Henry instantly, "because I have known you quite as long as Peter Morrison has at least, and I'm your official bug-catcher." "I had almost forgotten about the bugs," said Linda. "Well, don't for a minute think I am going to give you an opportunity to forget," said Henry Anderson. He reached across and laid his hand over Linda's on the steering gear. Linda said nothing, neither did she move. She merely added more gas and put the Bear Cat forward at a dizzy whirl. Henry laughed.
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