I liked to see them twinkle." "You told me," she laughed, remembering.

"You put the point of your finger in them.

But you didn't hurt me," in quick lovely reassuring.
"You were not a rough little boy." "I wouldn't have hurt you for worlds.

I didn't even know I was cheeky.
The dimples were so deep that it seemed quite natural to poke at them--like a sort of game." "We laughed and laughed.

It _was_ a sort of game.