"
Peter sat down to his duty. "I mustn't look at Leonore," he thought, "or
I shan't be attentive." So he turned his face away from the room
heroically. As for Dorothy, she walked away with a smile of contentment.
"There, miss," she remarked, "we'll see if you can trample on dear old
Peter!"
"Who's that girl to whom Mr. Stirling is talking?" asked Leonore of her
partner.
"Ah, that's the rich Miss Biddle, of Philadelphia," replied the
scoundrel, in very gentleman-like accents for one of his class. "They
say she's never been able to find a man good enough for her, and so
she's keeping herself on ice till she dies, in hopes that she'll find
one in heaven. She's a great catch."
"She's decidedly good-looking," said Leonore.
"Think so? Some people do. I don't. I don't like blondes."
When Leonore had progressed as far as her fourth partner, she asked:
"What sort of a girl is that Miss Biddle?"
"She's really stunning," she was told. "Fellows are all wild about her.
But she has an awfully snubbing way.
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