"He told me once that Bertram wouldn't ever care for any girl except to paint.

To paint, indeed! As if Bertram didn't love me--just _me!_--if he never saw another tube of paint!" "I think he does, my dear." Again there was silence; then, from Billy's lips there came softly: "Just think; we've been engaged almost four weeks--and to-morrow it'll be announced.

I'm so glad I didn't ever announce the other two!" "The other _two!_" cried Aunt Hannah.
Billy laughed.
"Oh, I forgot.

You didn't know about Cyril." "Cyril!" "Oh, there didn't anybody know it, either not even Cyril himself," dimpled Billy, mischievously.

"I just engaged myself to him in imagination, you know, to see how I'd like it.