Peter wished he had set the time for the Convention two days
earlier or two days later.
"I hope you won't ask any of these people to luncheon," Peter said in an
aside to Mrs. D'Alloi.
"Why?" he was asked.
Peter looked puzzled, and finally said weakly, "I--I have a good deal to
do."
And then as proper punishment for his misdemeanor, the footman
announced Dorothy and Miss Biddle, Ray and Ogden. Dorothy sailed into
the room with the announcement:
"We've all come to luncheon if we are asked."
"Oh, Peter," said Ray, when they were seated at the table. "Have you
seen this morning's 'Voice of Labor?' No? Good gracious, they've raked
up that old verse in Watts's class-song and print it as proof that you
were a drunkard in your college days. Here it is. Set to music and
headed 'Saloon Pete.'"
"Look here, Ray, we must write to the 'Voice' and tell them the truth,"
said Watts.
"Never write to the paper that tells the lie," said Peter, laughing.
"Always write to the one that doesn't.
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