“Yes—I hope I’ll deserve it.”
“I’m taking that risk,” she said, with a winning laugh. “I’d have to be pretty sure of you, or I wouldn’t be sitting here flattering you so.”
“I hope you’ll keep on,” drowsily. “I like it.”
“There! I knew it. I’ve spoiled you already. You’ll be making me haul the firewood to-morrow.”
“And cook breakfast,” he put in sleepily. “Of course, I’ll not stir out of here all day if you talk like this.”
“Then I won’t talk any more.”
“Do, please, it’s very soothing.”
“I actually believe you’re falling asleep.”
“No—just dreaming.”
“Of what?”