So I thought I would
dress and be ready for her when she came in."
"Was that it?" she asked, looking a little ashamed. "But," regarding him
with critical eyes, "you'd better always let me help with your dressing;
your cravat isn't tied nicely, and your hair doesn't look half so well as
when I brush it for you."
"Can't you set matters straight, then?" he asked, releasing her from the
close embrace in which he had held her for the last few minutes.
"Yes; just keep still as you are, and I'll re-tie the cravat."
He held still, enjoying, as he always did, having her deft fingers at work
about him, and gazing the while into the pretty face, with eyes full of
loving admiration.
"There!" she said at length, leaning back a little to take in the full
effect, "I don't believe that can be improved upon."
"Much obliged," he said, getting up from his knees. "Now, what next?"
"Your hair, of course," she answered, jumping up and leading the way into
the dressing-room. "Sit down," arming herself with comb and brush, "you
know I'm not tall enough to reach your head while you're standing up."
He obeyed, asking, "What have you been doing to-day?"
"What a question!" she returned, laughing; "of course, I'd take my
pleasure when my lord and master was away.
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