“You are not. But you may carry the basket, since you want to hold something.”
“Very well,” said Peter meekly.
“Do you know,” said Leonore, as she snipped, and dropped roses into the basket, “you are not as obstinate as people say you are.”
“Don’t deceive yourself on that score,” said Peter.
“Well! I mean you are not absolutely determined to have your own way.”
“I never give up my own views,” said Peter, “unless I can see more to be gained by so doing. To that extent I am not at all obstinate.”
“Suppose,” said Leonore, “that you go and cut the roses on those furthest bushes while I go in and arrange these?”
“Suppose,” said Peter calmly, and with an evident lack of enthusiasm.
“Well. Will you?”
“No.”