And of course I don't need to say to them that you are Billy." It was over.

William drew a long breath, and gave an agonized look into his brothers' eyes.

Then Billy turned from Mrs.Hartwell and held out a cordial hand to each of the men in turn.
"Oh, you don't know how lovely this is--to me," she cried softly.

"And to think that you were willing I should come!" The two younger men caught their breath sharply, and tried not to see each other's eyes.
"You look so good--all of you; and I don't believe there's one of you that's got nerves or a heart," she laughed.
Bertram rallied his wits to respond to the challenge.
"No heart, Miss Billy?
Now isn't that just a bit hard on us--right at first ?" "Not a mite, if you take it the way I mean it," dimpled Billy.

"Hearts that are all right just keep on pumping, and you never know they are there.