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ONLY A LOVE SONG, BUT--.
Kate and little Kate left for the West on the afternoon of the fifteenth, and Bertram arrived from New York that evening.
Notwithstanding the confusion of all this, Billy still had time to give some thought to her experience of the morning with Uncle William.
The forlorn little room with its poverty-stricken furnishings and its crippled mistress was very vivid in Billy's memory.

Equally vivid were the flashing eyes of Alice Greggory as she had opened the door at the last.
"For," as Billy explained to Bertram that evening, after she had told him the story of the morning's adventure, "you see, dear, I had never been really _turned out_ of a house before!" "I should think not," scowled her lover, indignantly; "and it's safe to say you never will again.

The impertinence of it! But then, you won't see them any more, sweetheart, so we'll just forget it." "Forget it! Why, Bertram, I couldn't! You couldn't, if you'd been there.
Besides, of course I shall see them again!" Bertram's jaw dropped.
"Why, Billy, you don't mean that Will, or you either, would try again for that trumpery teapot!" "Of course not," flashed Billy, heatedly.

"It isn't the teapot--it's that dear little Mrs.Greggory.Why, dearie, you don't know how poor they are! Everything in sight is so old and thin and worn it's enough to break your heart.