And there is always everywhere a knit shawl, for Aunt Hannah is sure to feel a draught, and Billy keeps shawls handy.

So there you are! We certainly aren't a strata any longer," he finished.
Billy was, indeed, very much at home in the Beacon Street house--too much so, Aunt Hannah thought.

Aunt Hannah was, in fact, seriously disturbed.

To William one evening, late in May, she spoke her mind.
"William, what are you going to do with Billy ?" she asked abruptly.
"Do with her?
What do you mean ?" returned William with the contented smile that was so often on his lips these days.

"This is Billy's home." "That's the worst of it," sighed the woman, with a shake of her head.
"The worst of it! Aunt Hannah, what do you mean?
Don't you like Billy ?" "Yes, yes, William, of course I like Billy.