"Lovelier than ever," said Peter, abstractedly. "I didn't think it was
possible."
"Eh?" said Watts, turning with surprise on his face.
But Leonore did not look surprised. She only looked the other way, and
the corners of her mouth were curving upwards.
"The journey?" queried Watts.
"You mean Newport, don't you?" said Leonore helpfully, when Peter said
nothing. Leonore was looking out from under her lashes--at things in
general, of course.
Peter said nothing. Peter was not going to lie about what he had meant,
and Leonore liked him all the better for not using the deceiving
loophole she had opened.
Watts said, "Oh, of course. It improves every year. But wasn't the
journey hot, old man?"
"I didn't notice," said Peter.
"Didn't notice! And this one of the hottest days of the year."
"I had something else to think about," explained Peter.
"Politics?" asked Watts.
"Oh, Peter," said Leonore, "we've been so interested in all the talk. It
was just as maddening as could be, how hard it was to get New York
papers way out west.
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