“Do you want to know what I think of you?” asked Peter, eagerly.
“No,” said Leonore hastily. “But do you think of me as nothing but a society girl?”
“Yes,” said Peter, truth speaking in voice and face.
The corners of Leonore’s mouth descended to a woeful degree.
“I think you are a society girl,” continued Peter, “because you are the nicest kind of society.”
Leonore fairly filled the room with her smile. Then she said, “Peter, will you do me a favor?”
“Yes.”
“Will you tell Dorothy that I have helped you translate cipher telegrams and write the replies?”
Peter was rather astonished, but said, “Yes.”
But he did it very badly, Leonore thought, for meeting Dorothy the next day at a lawn party, after the mere greetings, he said: