said Dora.
‘But say you’ll let me stop, and see you write.’
‘Why, what a sight for such bright eyes at midnight!’ I replied.
‘Are they bright, though?’ returned Dora, laughing. ‘I’m so glad they’re bright.’ ‘Little Vanity!’ said I.
But it was not vanity; it was only harmless delight in my admiration. I knew that very well, before she told me so.
‘If you think them pretty, say I may always stop, and see you write!’ said Dora.
‘Do you think them pretty?’
‘Very pretty.’
‘Then let me always stop and see you write.’