"
"Oh, Peter!" said Leonore. "You are the nicest man."
"What's that?" asked Watts.
"It's a great secret," said Peter. "I shall only tell it to Miss
D'Alloi, so that if it leaks beyond Pell, I shall know whom to blame for
it."
"Goody!" cried Leonore, giving a little bounce for joy.
"Is it about that famous dinner?" inquired Watts.
"No."
"Peter, I'm so curious about that. Will you tell me what you did?"
"I ate a dinner," said Peter smiling.
"Now don't be like Mr. Pell," said Leonore, reprovingly, "or I'll take
back what I just said."
"Did you roar, and did the tiger put its tail between its legs?" asked
Watts.
"That is the last thing our friends, the enemies, have found," said
Peter.
"You will tell me about it, won't you, Peter?" said Leonore,
ingratiatingly.
"Have you a mount for me, Watts, for to-morrow? Mutineer comes by boat
to-night, but won't be here till noon."
"Yes. I've one chap up to your weight, I think."
"I don't like dodgers," said Leonore, the corners of her mouth drawn
down.
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