"I shall go back one of these days, I'll warrant, and begin the same old game again; though I will acknowledge that the last refusal was so very decided that it's been a year, almost, since I received it.

I think I was really convinced, for a while, that--that she didn't want that apple pie," he finished with a whimsical lightness that did not quite coincide with the stern lines that had come to his mouth.
For a moment there was silence, then Calderwell spoke again.
"Where did you know--Miss Billy ?" "Oh, I don't know her at all.

I know of her--through Aunt Hannah." Calderwell sat suddenly erect.
"Aunt Hannah! Is she your aunt, too?
Jove! This _is_ a little old world, after all; isn't it ?" "She isn't my aunt.

She's my mother's third cousin.

None of us have seen her for years, but she writes to mother occasionally; and, of course, for some time now, her letters have been running over full of Billy.