He could see even the pretty curve of her cheek, and of her slender throat when she lifted her head.
And that was Billy--a GIRL! People near him at that moment saw a flushed-faced, nervous-appearing man throw up his hands with a despairing gesture, roll his eyes heavenward, and then plunge into the nearest telephone booth.
In due time William Henshaw had his brother Bertram at the other end of the wire.
"Bertram!" he called shakily.
"Hullo, Will; that you?
What's the matter?
You're late! Didn't he come ?" "Come!" groaned William.

"Good Lord! Bertram--Billy's a GIRL!" "A wh-what ?" "A girl." "A GIRL!" "Yes, yes! Don't stand there repeating what I say in that idiotic fashion, Bertram.

Do something--do something!" "'Do something'!" gasped Bertram.

"Great Scott, Will! If you want me to do something, don't knock me silly with a blow like that.

Now what did you say ?" "I said that Billy is--a--girl.