"Will you talk it with me?" said Peter eagerly. "You see, there are a
good many Italians in the district, now, who by their ignorance and
their not speaking English, are getting into trouble all the time. I
want to learn, so as to help them, without calling in an interpreter."
Peter was learning to put his requests on grounds other than his own
wishes.
"Yes," said Leonore very sweetly, "and I'll give you another lesson in
dancing. How did you enjoy your ride?"
"I like Dorothy," said Peter, "and I like Miss Biddle. But I didn't get
the ride I wanted."
He got a very nice look from those slate-colored eyes.
They set a music-box going, and Peter's instruction began. When it was
over, Leonore said:
"You've improved wonderfully."
"Well enough to dance with you?"
"Yes," said Leonore. "I'll take pity on you unless you'd rather talk to
some other girl."
Peter only smiled quietly.
"Peter," said Leonore, later, as he was sipping his tea, "do you think
I'm nothing but a foolish society flutterbird?"
"Do you want to know what I think of you?" asked Peter, eagerly.
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