GIFTS.
After the rolls and coffee had been finished, Peter walked with his
friends to their cab. It had all been arranged that they were to go to
Peter's quarters, and get some sleep. These were less than eight blocks
away, but the parting was very terrific! However, it had to be done, and
so it was gone through with. Hard as it was, Peter had presence of mind
enough to say, through the carriage window.
"You had better take my room, Miss D'Alloi, for the spare room is the
largest. I give you the absolute freedom of it, minus the gold-box. Use
anything you find."
Then Peter went back to the chaotic street and the now breakfasting
regiment, feeling that strikes, anarchists, and dynamite were only minor
circumstances in life.
About noon Leonore came back to life, and succeeded in making a very
bewitching toilet despite the absence of her maid. Whether she peeped
into any drawers or other places, is left to feminine readers to decide.
If she did, she certainly had ample authority from Peter.
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