"Quite a little girl, and then as tall as that—and that—and that?"
"Yes!—and then like this," said Dora, touching the top of her head.
"Well, then, you had a mama, too, that's grandma, isn't it? Was she pretty, like you?"
"Much prettier."
"Did she scold you?"
"Certainly, when I was naughty."
"Isn't it funny though?—Where is daddy?"
"He is coming in a minute, dearie. Come, it is time you went for a walk, Hobbs," said Dora to the good woman, who was laughing at the child's questions; "do not stay out very long; it is chilly, and Miss Eva might catch cold."
"Very well, ma'am," replied Hobbs.
Dora, ascertaining that the child was warmly enough clad, gave her bonnet strings an extra touch, then looked at her and kissed her again and again.