"If you'd just eat your dinner!" "Dinner!" choked Billy.

"I wonder if you think I could eat any dinner with Uncle William turned out of his home! I'm going to find Uncle William." And she stumbled blindly toward the door.
Bertram reached for his hat.

He threw a despairing glance into Pete's eyes.
"We'll be back--when we can," he said, with a frown.
"Yes, sir," answered Pete, respectfully.

Then, as if impelled by some hidden force, he touched his master's arm.

"It was that way she looked, sir, when she came to _you_--that night last July--with her eyes all shining," he whispered.
A tender smile curved Bertram's lips.