"No, Mrs. McGuffey," he said with a cheery smile as he passed out
of the door (she had caught sight of the letter and had stretched
out her hand)--"No--I am going for a walk, and I'll mail it
myself."
CHAPTER XII
Whatever the function--whether it was a cosey dinner for the
congenial few, a crowded reception for the uncongenial many, or a
coming-out party for some one of the eager-expectant buds just
bursting into bloom--most of whom he had known from babyhood--
Peter was always ready with his "Of course I'll come--" or
"Nothing would delight me more--" or the formal "Mr. Grayson
accepts with great pleasure," etc., unless the event should fall
upon a Saturday night; then there was certain to be a prompt
refusal.
Even Miss Felicia recognized this unbreakable engagement and made
her plans accordingly. So did good Mrs. McGuffey, who selected
this night for her own social outings; and so did most of his
intimate friends who were familiar with his habits.
On any other night you might, or you might not, find Peter at
home, dependent upon his various engagements, but if you really
wanted to get hold of his hand, or his ear, or the whole or any
other part of his delightful body, and if by any mischance you
happened to select a Saturday night for your purpose, you must
search for him at the Century.
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