"I shall ask Alice Greggory to teach Tommy music, and I shall ask Mrs.Greggory to teach him books; and I shall tell them both that I positively need them to keep you company." "Oh, but Billy," bridled Aunt Hannah, with prompt objection.
"Tut, tut!--I know you'll be willing to be thrown as a little bit of a sop to the Greggorys' pride," coaxed Billy.

"You just wait till I get the Overflow Annex in running order.

Why, Aunt Hannah, you don't know how busy you're going to be handing out all that extra happiness that I can't use!" "You dear child!" Aunt Hannah smiled mistily.

The black shawl had fallen unheeded to the floor now.

"As if anybody ever had any more happiness than one's self could use!" "I have," avowed Billy, promptly, "and it's going to keep growing and growing, I know." "Oh, my grief and conscience, Billy, don't!" exclaimed Aunt Hannah, lifting shocked hands of remonstrance.