He had said "dinner"; and, of course, after dinner was over he would be coming home--to her.

Very well; she would show him that she had at least got along without him as well as he had without her.

At all events he would not find her forlornly sitting with her nose pressed against the window-pane! And forthwith Billy established herself in a big chair (with its back carefully turned toward the door by which Bertram would enter), and opened a book.
Five, ten, fifteen minutes passed.

Billy fidgeted in her chair, twisted her neck to look out into the hall--and dropped her book with a bang.
Uncle William jerked himself awake, and Spunkie opened sleepy eyes.

Then both settled themselves for another nap.