"I won't snub you this time," said Leonore to herself, "because you
didn't laugh at me for it."
Peter's evening was not so happy. Leonore told him as they rose from
dinner that she was going to a dance. "We have permission to take you.
Do you care to go?"
"Yes. If you'll give me some dances."
"I've told you once that I'll only give you the ones not taken by better
dancers. If you choose to stay round I'll take you for those."
"Do you ever have a dance over?" asked Peter, marvelling at such a
possibility.
"I've only been to one dance. I didn't have at that."
"Well," said Peter, growling a little, "I'll go."
"Oh," said Leonore, calmly, "don't put yourself out on my account."
"I'm not," growled Peter. "I'm doing it to please myself." Then he
laughed, so Leonore laughed too.
After a game of billiards they all went to the dance. As they entered
the hall, Peter heard his name called in a peculiar voice behind. He
turned and saw Dorothy.
Dorothy merely said, "Peter!" again.
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