And because she began at once to speak of something else, the first part of her sentence passed without comment.
The door had scarcely closed behind Arkwright when Billy turned to Aunt Hannah a beaming face.
"Aunt Hannah, did you notice ?" she cried, "how Mary Jane looked and acted whenever Alice Greggory was spoken of?
There was something between them--I'm sure there was; and they quarrelled, probably." "Why, no, dear; I didn't see anything unusual," murmured the elder lady.
"Well, I did.

And I'm going to be the fairy godmother that straightens everything all out, too.

See if I'm not! They'd make a splendid couple, Aunt Hannah.

I'm going right down there to-morrow." "Billy, my dear!" exclaimed the more conservative old lady, "aren't you taking things a little too much for granted?
Maybe they don't wish for--for a fairy godmother!" "Oh, _they_ won't know I'm a fairy godmother--not one of them; and of course I wouldn't mention even a hint to anybody," laughed Billy.

"I'm just going down to get acquainted with the Greggorys; that's all.