“Will you talk it with me?” said Peter eagerly. “You see, there are a good many Italians in the district, now, who by their ignorance and their not speaking English, are getting into trouble all the time. I want to learn, so as to help them, without calling in an interpreter.” Peter was learning to put his requests on grounds other than his own wishes.
“Yes,” said Leonore very sweetly, “and I’ll give you another lesson in dancing. How did you enjoy your ride?”
“I like Dorothy,” said Peter, “and I like Miss Biddle. But I didn’t get the ride I wanted.”
He got a very nice look from those slate-colored eyes.
They set a music-box going, and Peter’s instruction began. When it was over, Leonore said:
“You’ve improved wonderfully.”
“Well enough to dance with you?”
“Yes,” said Leonore. “I’ll take pity on you unless you’d rather talk to some other girl.”
Peter only smiled quietly.
“Peter,” said Leonore, later, as he was sipping his tea, “do you think I’m nothing but a foolish society flutterbird?”