It seems Kate was right, then; you _are_ going to spoil his career!" "Ho!" quoth Billy, and tossed her head.

Forthwith she crossed the room to her piano and plumped herself down hard on to the stool.

Then, from under her fingers there fell a rollicking melody that seemed to fill the room with little dancing feet.

Faster and faster sped Billy's fingers; swifter and swifter twinkled the little dancing feet.

Then a door was jerked open, and Bertram's voice called: "Billy!" The music stopped instantly.