His eyes met Kate's squarely.
"Billy hasn't decided yet how _she_ does want to be married," he said with unnecessary emphasis.
Billy laughed and interposed a quick change of subject.
"I think people had a pretty good time, too, for a wedding, don't you ?" she asked.

"I was sorry Mary Jane couldn't be here--'twould have been such a good chance for him to meet our friends." "As--_Mary Jane ?_" asked Bertram, a little stiffly.
"Really, my dear," murmured Aunt Hannah, "I think it _would_ be more respectful to call him by his name." "By the way, what is his name ?" questioned William.
"That's what we don't know," laughed Billy.
"Well, you know the 'Arkwright,' don't you ?" put in Bertram.

Bertram, too, laughed, but it was a little forcedly.

"I suppose if you knew his name was 'Methuselah,' you wouldn't call him that--yet, would you ?" Billy clapped her hands, and threw a merry glance at Aunt Hannah.
"There! we never thought of 'Methuselah,'" she gurgled gleefully.

"Maybe it _is_ 'Methuselah,' now--'Methuselah John'! You see, he's told us to try to guess it," she explained, turning to William; "but, honestly, I don't believe, whatever it is, I'll ever think of him as anything but 'Mary Jane.'" "Well, as far as I can judge, he has nobody but himself to thank for that, so he can't do any complaining," smiled William, as he rose to go.
"Well, how about it, Bertram?
I suppose you're going to stay a while to comfort the lonely--eh, boy ?" "Of course he is--and so are you, too, Uncle William," spoke up Billy, with affectionate cordiality.