We are
going to Washington on Saturday, and from there to California, and then
through the Yellowstone, and back by Niagara. We shan't be in Newport
till the middle of August"
Peter did not die at once. He caught at a life-preserver of a most
delightful description. "That will be a very enjoyable trip," he said.
"I should like to go myself."
"There is no one I would rather have than you," said Leonore, laying her
little hand softly on the wound she had herself just made, in a way
which women have. Then she stabbed again. "But we think it pleasanter to
have it just a party of four."
"How long shall you be in Washington?" asked Peter, catching wildly at a
straw this time.
"For a week. Why?"
"The President has been wanting to see me, and I thought I might run
down next week,"
'"Dear me," thought Leonore. "How very persistent he is!"
"Where will you put up?" said Peter.
"We haven't decided. Where shall you stay?" she had the brutality to
ask.
"The President wants me with him, but I may go to a hotel.
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