"Perhaps a little of both," the girl answered, gazing down, and
blushing at each word a still deeper crimson.
The blush showed sweet on that translucent skin. Walter turned to
her with a sudden impulse. "And what are you going to do with them
NOW?" he enquired, holding his breath for joy and half-suppressed
eagerness.
Dolly hesitated a moment with genuine modesty. Then her liking for
the well-knit young man overcame her. With a frightened smile her
hand stole to her bodice; she fixed them in her bosom. "Will that
do?" she asked timidly.
"Yes, that WILL do," the young man answered, bending forward and
seizing her soft fingers in his own. "That will do very well.
And, Miss Barton--Dolores--I take it as a sign you don't wholly
dislike me."
"I like you very much," Dolly answered in a low voice, pulling a
rock-rose from a cleft and tearing it nervously to pieces.
"Do you LOVE me, Dolly?" the young man insisted.
Dolly turned her glance to him tenderly, then withdrew it in haste.
"I think I MIGHT, in time," she answered very slowly.
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