s."

"Oh, dear!" said Leonore. "I wonder if I can afford to get your opinion
on my being an American? I should like to frame it and hang it in my
room. Would it be expensive?"

"It is usual with lawyers," said Peter gravely, "to find out how much a
client has, and then make the bill for a little less. How much do you
have?"

"I really haven't any now. I shall have two hundred dollars on the
first. But then I owe some bills."

"You forget your grandmamma's money, Dot."

"Oh! Of course. I shall be rich, Peter, I come into the income of my
property on Tuesday. I forget how much it is, but I'm sure I can afford
to have an opinion."

"Why, Dot, we must get those papers out, and you must find some one to
put the trust in legal shape, and take care of it for you," said Watts.

"I suppose," said Leonore to Peter, "if you have one lawyer to do all
your work, that he does each thing cheaper, doesn't he?"

"Yes. Because he divides what his client has, on several jobs, instead
of on one," Peter told her.

"Then I think I'll have you do it all. We'll come down and see you about
it. But write out that opinion at once, so that I can prove that I'm an
American."

"Very well. But there's a safer way, even, of making sure that you're an
American."

"What is that?" said Leonore, eagerly.

"Marry one," said Peter.

"Oh, yes," said Leonore, "I've always intended to do that, but not for a
great many years."

CHAPTER XLI.

CALLS.

Peter dressed himself the next evening with particular care, even for
him. As Peter dressed, he was rather down on life. He had been kept from
his ride that afternoon by taking evidence in a referee case. "I really
needed the exercise badly," he said. He had tried to work his
dissatisfaction off on his clubs and dumb-bells, but whatever they had
done for his blood and tissue, they had not eased his frame of mind.
Dinner made him a little pleasanter, for few men can remain cross over a
proper meal. Still, he did not look happy, when, on rising from his
coffee, he glanced at his watch and found that it was but ten minutes
past eight.

He vacillated for a moment, and then getting into his outside trappings,
he went out and turned eastward, down the first side street. He walked
four blocks, and then threw open the swing door of a brilliantly lighted
place, stepping at once into a blaze of light and warmth which was most
attractive after the keen March wind blowing outside.

He nodded to