"
"What fun," cried Leonore. "Of course we'll go. Shall you speak?"
"No. We'll sit in my window-seats merely, and listen."
"How many will there be?"
"It depends on the paper you read. The 'World' will probably say ten
thousand, the 'Tribune' three thousand, and the 'Voice of Labor' 'a
handful.' Oh! by the way, I brought you a 'Voice'." He handed Leonore a
paper, which he took from his pocket.
Now this was simply shameful of him! Peter had found, whenever the
papers really abused him, that Leonore was doubly tender to him, the
more, if he pretended that the attacks and abuse pained him. So he
brought her regularly now that organ of the Labor party which was most
vituperative of him, and looked sad over it just as long as was
possible, considering that Leonore was trying to comfort him.
"Oh, dear!" said Leonore. "That dreadful paper. I can't bear to read it.
Is it very bad to-day?"
"I haven't read it," said Peter, smiling. "I never read--" then Peter
coughed, suddenly looked sad, and continued--"the parts that do not
speak of me.
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