'Come, forgive her, Dolly! She won't do it again,' he pleaded, referring to the small culprit, who had not gone to Fanny but stood hesitatingly before her mother, looking up from under her brows, expecting and trying to catch her eye.
Sí, sí, será muy divertido –aseguró, los ojos brillantes entre alegres y amenazadores. –Ahora –defendió a la chiquilla– has de perdonar a la pequeña criminal. La culpable les miró y quedó indecisa, baja la cabeza, mirando de reojo a su madre, buscando su mirada.