Does she introduce them at a dance, so
that Peter shall be awkward and silent? Not she! She puts him where he
looks his best--on a horse. She starts the thing off romantically, so
that he begins on the most intimate footing, before another man has left
his pasteboard. So he's way ahead of the pack when they open cry. Is
that enough? No! At the critical moment he is called to the aid of his
country. Gets lauded for his pluck. Gets blown up. Gets everything to
make a young girl worship him. Pure luck! It doesn't matter what Peter
says or does. Miss Luck always arranges that it turn up the winning
card."
"There is no luck in it," cried Mr. Pierce. "It was all due to his
foresight and shrewdness. He plans things beforehand, and merely presses
the button. Why, look at his marriage alone? Does he fall in love early
in life, and hamper himself with a Miss Nobody? Not he! He waits till
he has achieved a position where he can pick from the best, and then he
does exactly that, if you'll pardon a doating grandfather's saying it.
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