We've always kept that.

Aunt Ella used to say sometimes that she was going to write to him some day about me, you know." "What's his name ?" "William Henshaw.

He lives in Boston." Lawyer Harding snatched off his glasses, and leaned forward in his chair.
"William Henshaw! Not the Beacon Street Henshaws!" he cried.
It was Billy's turn to be excited.

She, too, leaned forward eagerly.
"Oh, do you know him?
That's lovely! And his address IS Beacon Street! I know because I saw it only to-day.

You see, I HAVE been tempted to write him." "Write him?
Of course you'll write him," cried the lawyer.