Evidently the pose felt
uneasy under that silent gaze.
"It's only a little past ten," said Peter, who was quite satisfied with
the _status quo_.
Then silence came again. After this had held for a few moments, the pose
said: "Do say something!"
"Something," said Peter. "Anything else I can do for you?"
"Unless you can be more entertaining, we might as well be sitting in the
Purdies' dressing-rooms, as standing here. Suppose we go to the library
and sit with mamma and papa?" Clearly the pose felt nervous.
Peter did not like this idea. So he said: "I'll try to amuse you. Let me
tell you something very interesting to me. It's my birthday to-morrow."
"Oh!" said Leonore. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? Then I would have
had a gift for you."
"That's what I was afraid of."
"Don't you want me to give you something?"
"Yes." Then Peter's hands trembled, and he seemed to have hard work in
adding, "I want you to give me--a kiss."
"Peter!" said Leonore, drawing back grieved and indignant.
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