Peter has expressed a fond desire to motor over to a little
tea-room he knows where you can dance and the others had received the
suggestion with frantic applause. Oliver was just starting downstairs after
changing his shoes, cursing house-party manners in general and Juliet
Bellamy in particular all over his mind when Elinor's voice came up to him
from below.
"No, really, Petey. No, I know it's rude of me but honestly I am _tired_
and if I'm going to feel like anything but limp _tulle_ this evening. No,
I'm _perfectly_ all right, I just want to rest for a little while and I
promise I'll be positively incandescent at dinner. No, Juliet dear, I
wouldn't keep you or anybody else away from Peter's nefarious projects for
the world--"
That was quite enough for Oliver--he tiptoed back and hid in his own
closet--wondering mildly how he was going to explain his presence there if
a search party opened the door. He heard a chorus of voices calling him
from below, first warningly, then impatiently--heard Peter bounce up the
stairs and yell "Ollie! Ollie, you slacker!" into his own room--and then
finally the last motor slurred away and he was able to creep out of his
shell.
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