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 you thought Leona a stunning girl, but that you'd as soon think of marrying the dome of—of Saint Paul's, I think it was."

Peter had the grace to blush. "My mistake," he said. "Anyway, I'd rather marry the dome of Saint Paul's than any one else I know. Only thing is, as I say, if she's still stuck on you"

"She isn't! That's your silly imagination. Ever mentioned the matter to her, Pete?"

"About"

"Yes, about wanting to marry her."

"No, not exactly; not in words, you know. I've been keeping her in flowers pretty regularly for a month or so; ever since she got back from the South, you know. I guess she has a hunch how it is with me."

"Unless she's a lot more dense than I think she is," Gordon laughed. "Well, go in and win, old man. Here's luck!"

Peter drank gloomily. "How about you?" he asked. "You still thinking of getting married?"

"Only thinking," replied Gordon gayly.

"Hm; I wish you would."

"The devil you do! A case of misery loves company, eh?"