"As she always does—eating, sleeping, and dreaming," she replied, jocosely.
"Were your dreams in your sleeping or waking hours?" he asked, looking at her with quizzical interest.
"You should not question so, Cacami. To be truthful I might be compelled to say in both; then you would think me a dreamer," she answered, coquettishly.
"I should never find fault with your dreaming, Laughing-eyes, if I might be assured of a part in it," he said, with a look of fondness.
"Selfish Cacami!" she exclaimed, with mock solemnity.
"Yes, Laughing-eyes, Cacami is selfish where you are concerned," he rejoined, with unfeigned tenderness.
She could not mistake the trend of his manner, and hoped earnestly that he would disregard his promise, and speak the endearing words she had herself checked upon his lips before she realized that her best love was his.
"I must have a care for myself; selfish Cacami might choose to spirit me away," she said, archly, at the same time giving him a look which tempted him severely, and almost loosed his tongue. With a heroic effort he controlled himself, and, with strained facetiousness, replied:
"When I do that, Laughing-eyes will furnish the spirit wings."
To this quasi repartee she answered only with a coquettish little laugh.