"I'm too busy," said Leonore.
"Do you know," said Peter, "that if you cut many more buds, you won't
have any more roses for a week. You've cut twice as many roses as you
usually do."
"Then I'll go in and arrange them. I wish you would give Betise a run
across the lawn."
"I never run before breakfast," said Peter. "Doctors say it's very bad."
So he followed her in. Leonore became tremendously occupied in arranging
the flowers, Peter became tremendously occupied in watching her.
"You want to save one of those for me," he said, presently.
"Take one," said Leonore.
"My legal rule has been that I never take what I can get given me. You
can't do less than pin it in my button-hole, considering that it is my
birthday."
"If I have a duty to do, I always get through with it at once," said
Leonore. She picked out a rose, arranged the leaves as only womankind
can, and, turning to Peter, pinned it in his button-hole. But when she
went to take her hands away, she found them held against the spot so
firmly that she could feel the heart-beats underneath.
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