But the tune, the rhythm, and the spirit were there.
"And there's this," said Billy; "and this," she went on, sliding into one little strain after another--all of which were recognized by the amazed man at her side.
"Billy," he cried, when she had finished and whirled upon him again, "Billy, would you like to learn to play--really play from notes ?" "Oh, wouldn't I!" "Then you shall! We'll have a piano tomorrow in your rooms for you to practise on.

And--I'll teach you myself." "Oh, thank you, Mr.Cyril--you don't know how I thank you!" exulted Billy, as she danced from the room to tell Aunt Hannah of this great and good thing that had come into her life.
To Billy, this promise of Cyril's to be her teacher was very kind, very delightful; but it was not in the least a thing at which to marvel.

To Bertram, however, it most certainly was.
"Well, guess what's happened," he said to William that night, after he had heard the news.

"I'll believe anything now--anything: that you'll raffle off your collection of teapots at the next church fair, or that I shall go to Egypt as a 'Cooky' guide.

Listen; Cyril is going to give piano lessons to Billy!--CYRIL!".