Shesentthelittlecarthroughtheeveninguntilshefeltthatitwastimetogohome，andwhenatlastshestoppedwheretheyhadstarted，sherealizedthatneithershenorPeterhadspokenoneword。Ashesteppedfromthecarsheleanedtowardhimandreachedoutherhand。
\"Thankyouforthefireplace，Peter，\"shesaid。
Petertookthehandsheextendedandhelditoneminuteinbothhisown。Thenverygentlyhestraighteneditoutinthepalmofoneofhishandsandwiththeotherhandturnedbackthefingersandlaidhislipstotheheartofit。
\"Thankyou，Linda，fortheflame，\"hesaid，andturningabruptly，hewenttowardhisworkroom。
Stoppingforabitetoeatinthekitchen，Lindawentbacktoherroom。Shesatdownatthetableandpickingupherpencil，begantowork，andfoundthatshecouldwork。Everystrokecametrueandstrong。Everyideaseemedoriginalandunusual。Quiteaslateasalighteverhadshoneinherwindow，itshonethatnight，thelastthingshedidbeingtowriteanotheranonymouslettertoMarian，andwhensherereaditLindarealizedthatitwasanappealingletter。ShethoughtitcertainlywouldcomfortMarianandsurelywouldmakeherfeelthatsomeoneworthwhilewasinterestedinherandinherwork。Shelovedsomeofthewhimsicallittletouchesshehadputintoit，andshewonderedifshehadmadeitsomuchlikePeterMorrisonthatitwouldbesuggestiveofhimtoMarian。Sheknewthatshehadnorighttodothatandhadnosuchintention。ShemerelywantedamodeltocopyfromandPeterseemedthemostappealingmodelathand。