You will help me?"
"I'm very much engaged for this week," said Leonore.
"What a pity! Never mind; I'll get Peter. Let me see. She rides
beautifully. Did Peter bring his horses?"
"One," said Leonore, with a suggestion of reluctance in stating the
fact.
"I'll go and arrange it at once," said Dorothy, thinking that Peter
might be getting desperate.
"Mamma," said Leonore, "how old Mrs. Rivington has grown!"
"I haven't noticed it, dear," said her mother.
Dorothy went up to the pair and said: "Peter, won't you show Miss Biddle
the conservatories! You know," she explained, "they are very beautiful."
Peter rose dutifully, but with a very passive look on his face.
"And, Peter," said Dorothy, dolefully, "will you take me in to supper? I
haven't found a man who's had the grace to ask me."
"Yes."
"We'll sit at the same table," said Dorothy to Miss Biddle.
When Peter got into the carriage that evening he was very blue. "I had
only one waltz," he told himself, "and did not really see anything else
of her the whole evening.
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