"Oh, you sly-boots," said Watts. Then he turned. "What makes my Dot so
silent?" he asked.
"Oh," said Leonore in weary tones, "I've danced too much and I'm very,
very tired."
"Well," said Watts, "see that you sleep late."
"I shall be all right to-morrow," said Leonore, "and I'm going to have
an early horseback ride."
"Peter and I will go too," said Watts.
"I'm sorry," said Peter. "I'm to ride with Dorothy and Miss Biddle."
"Ha, ha," said Watts. "More Italian lessons, eh?"
Two people looked very cross that evening when they got to their rooms.
Leonore sighed to her maid: "Oh, Marie, I am so tired! Don't let me be
disturbed till it's nearly lunch."
And Peter groaned to nobody in particular, "An evening and a ride gone!
I tried to make Dorothy understand. It's too bad of her to be so dense."
So clearly Dorothy was to blame. Yet the cause of all this trouble fell
asleep peacefully, remarking to herself, just before she drifted into
dreamland, "Every man in love ought to have a guardian, and I'll be
Peter's.
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