"No," she said, "It will be bad
enough to do that five years from now, for the man I love." She looked
out from under her eyelashes to see if her blow had been fatal, and
concluded from the glumness in Peter's face, that she really had been
too cruel. So she added: "But you may give me a ball, and we'll all come
up and stay a week with you."
Peter relaxed a little, but he said dolefully, "I don't know what I
shall do. I shall be in such need of your advice in politics and
housekeeping."
"Well," said Leonore, "if you really find that you can't get on without
help, we'll make it two weeks. But you must get up toboggan parties, and
other nice things."
"I wonder what the papers will say," thought Peter, "if a governor gives
toboggan parties?"
After the late breakfast, Peter was taken down to see the tournament. He
thought he would not mind it, since he was allowed to sit next Leonore.
But he did. First he wished that she wouldn't pay so much attention to
the score. Then that the men who fluttered round her would have had the
good taste to keep away.
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