“Still,” Leonore said presently, when again arranging of the roses, “since you’ve waited so long, you needn’t have been so slow about it when you did get it.”
“I’m sorry I did it so badly,” said Peter, contritely. “I always was slow! Let me try again?”
“No.”
“Then show me how?”
“No.”
“Now who’s obstinate?” inquired Peter.
“You,” said Leonore, promptly. “And I don’t like it.”
“Oh, Leonore,” said Peter. “If you only knew how happy I am!”
Leonore forgot all about her charge of obstinacy. “So am I,” she said. “And I won’t be obstinate any more.”
“Was that better?” Peter asked, presently.