Then she looked to see
if there was not something else to do. But there was nothing. So she
made more. "The poor dear oughtn't to sleep without something on his
head. He'll take cold." She took her handkerchief and tried to fix it so
that it should protect Peter's head. She tried four different ways, any
one of which would have served; but each time she thought of a better
way, and had to try once more. She probably would have thought of a
fifth, if Peter had not suddenly opened his eyes.
"Oh!" said Leonore, "what a shame? I've waked you up. And just as I had
fixed it right."
Peter studied the situation calmly, without moving a muscle. He looked
at the kneeling figure for some time. Then he looked up at the arc light
a little distance away. Then he looked at the City Hall clock. Then his
eyes came back to Leonore. "Peter," he said finally, "this is getting to
be a monomania. You must stop it."
"What?" said Leonore, laughing at his manner as if it was intended as a
joke.
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