Miss Billy's Decision
ane, my dear," announced Aunt Han
terested eyes from her own
y grateful to you for your offer to let her come right here for a month; but she says she's afraid yo
e doesn't ref
ly, as I can see. I've read the letter over twice, too. I'll let
y la
hy about coming, that's all. She'll stay all right, when we
four, Sou
et me see-that's the day of the
nce, yes! But I had forgo
eanwhile we'll make sure that the little blue room is all ready for her. I put in my white enamel work-basket yesterday, and that
, if you had anything to do with i
y la
help us out, Aunt Hannah. They'd probably suggest g
ised shocked h
! Mercy, what a
laughe
Mrs. Hartwell switched on the lights. Oh, Aunt Hannah, I wish you
saw William's face that morning he came
Cyril-who would ever have believed that the day would come when Cyril would say to me, as he did
omes to-morrow
, but isn't-his tunes would never be mistaken for ragtime. By the way," she added, as she rose from the table, "that's another surprise in store for Hugh Calderwell. He always declared that Cyril wasn't a
iss Neilson. Mr. Bertr
ios rippled through the rooms and up the stairs to Aunt Hannah, who knew, by the very sound of them, that some unusual nervou
ve you forgotten what time it is?
id not turn her head. Her fingers busied
ing, Aunt Han
ram c
an
morning on a new portrait, and she said he might stay to luncheon and keep ri
Aunt Hannah st
going to be a very wonderful portrait; and, of course, I wouldn't want to interfere with-his wor
. Her eyes were troubled. Not since Billy's
herself be kissed-once-but who did not kiss back; a blithe, elusive Billy, who played tripping little melodies, and san
did the p
the room, and took Billy
nearly wild between wanting to be with you, and wanting to go on with my work. And I was just at that point where one little word from you, one hint that you wanted me t
Bertram promptly took advantage of his opportunity. "And so I stayed, Billy, and I did good work; I know I did good work. Why, Billy,"-Bertram stepped back n
eks were flushed. His whole countenance was aflame with the soul of the artist who see
oud of you!" she breathed. "Come,