Miss Billy's Decision
ll, Billy herself sat writing at the desk. Her pen had just traced the date,
don't let me disturb you
feet, flew to the little woman's side
Aunt Hannah into the biggest easy chair. "I feel better. I just had to
, and patting with agitated fingers her cap, her curls, the two shawls about her shoulder
lly, dropping herself on to a lo
ar, you-you
d into a chu
nd, oh, Aunt Hannah, such a time as I've had, telling what a dear Bertram is, and
ah was sitting ere
y's eyes w
rite that in
me show you," she broke off, springing to her feet and running over to her desk. "There! this is about what I wrote to them all," she
ry good-for you,"
things I wanted to write," bridled Billy. "Besides, they'd have been ever so much more intere
t," observed Aun
d tossed the note
announced musingly, dropping herself again o
He'll be di
t she uptilted h
m long, long ago, the very fir
annah sighed in sympathy with the far-away Hugh Calderwe
silence; then Billy
n't ever care for any girl except to paint. To paint, indeed! As if B
he does,
e; then, from Billy's
weeks-and to-morrow it'll be announced. I'm
two!" cried
y la
You didn't kn
yr
myself to him in imagination, you know, to see how I'd like it. I didn't like it. But it didn't last, anyhow, v
ested Aunt Ha
nnah, you don't know how good it does seem to call him 'Uncle' again. It was always
y dear, how entirely unsuit
or flooded B
hen all he wants is a daughter, and if she blandly says 'Yes,
t-misery, and almost a tragedy,"
ht came into
nd he'd have marched straight to the altar, too, with never a fl
elonged somewhere else. A month ago, Billy Neilson, you did not look as if you'd live out half
"I couldn't grieve Uncle William so, after
ips grew stern
r if Mrs. Kate Hartwell would attend to her own aff
d Billy in mischievous hor
h flushed
it. I ought not to have said it, o
y la
y now, even to Cyril and Marie. Did you ever see anything so beatifically happy as that couple are? Bertram says he hasn't heard a dirge fro
at I came in here for," cried Aunt Hannah, fumbling in the folds of her dress for the letter that
nie
boys do. But I really am related to her, for her mother and I are third cous
s her
wright.' Where
Billy. "Were you going to read it t
you don'
ve to h
I wasn't living by myself any longer-that I was living with you. I'm sure I thought I wrote them tha
old i
, to be coming here to Boston to study
remember
aused, the letter half wi
eral children-and I suppose I've been told their names. I know there's a boy-the eldest, I think-who i
lf," suggested Billy, dropping her chin into the smal
Hannah; and she opened th
ANNAH:-This
to Boston to s
Grand Opera, an
you object? I
t I'd half a mind
a home with her
y don't you,
, I should not
hall be lonesom
'll let me see
I plan now to
t as far as New
-and I shall h
o
ly would send
ARKWR
how perfectly lo
invite her to make her home with me? I shall have to
wned and
ddenly her face cleared. "Aunt Hannah, I've
you do that," demurred Aunt Hannah. "Y
as not. After Marie is married in December, she can have that
n't know anyth
d we know she's musical. I shall love her for eve
now anything a
retorted Billy, promptly. "Why, Aunt Hannah, just as if you di
, of cour
d," interposed Billy,
we-we shouldn
r, if you'd feel better, just ask her to come and stay with us a
Hannah got
o; and it's lovely of you to do it. Now I'll leave you to
declared Billy, fl
d by those same young arms, drew her shawls about he
y la
rway: "Tell Mary Jane to let us know the day and train and we'll meet her. Oh, and Aunt Ha