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‘
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
.
’
‘
I
am
afraid
that
won
’
t
improve
their
brightness
,
Dora
.
’
‘
Yes
,
it
will
!
Because
,
you
clever
boy
,
you
’
ll
not
forget
me
then
,
while
you
are
full
of
silent
fancies
.
Will
you
mind
it
,
if
I
say
something
very
,
very
silly
?
—
more
than
usual
?
’
inquired
Dora
,
peeping
over
my
shoulder
into
my
face
.
‘
What
wonderful
thing
is
that
?
’
said
I
.
