“Dora!” To my amazement she was sobbing on my neck. “Not well, my dear! not happy!”

“Yes! quite well, and very happy!” 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.”