"Done? To the very end? Get it," he commanded.
"No; not yet. I only finished it, last night, and I want time to look it over, myself, before I show it to you. I may not let you see it, after all."
"Oh, come now, that's not square! Didn't I help you, I'd like to know?"
Theodora cocked her head on one side, and meditated aloud.
"He furnished hair and eyes for one hero, and a nose for the other. There are seven of his speeches, not very bright ones, and he gave me points for one love scene. I wonder if he's earned the right to see it."
"'Course I have. Go and get it, and bring it over here."
"Wait," she begged. "Truly, I'm not ready yet. I'm afraid you'll laugh."
"Do I ever laugh at you,—in earnest, that is?" he demanded.
"No," she confessed honestly; "you never do."
"Then you ought to trust me with this."