3/17 "Miss Neilson--it can't be--you don't mean--is your name--it _is--you!_" she finished joyously, as the telltale color dyed Billy's face. The next moment her own cheeks burned scarlet. "And to think of my letting _you_ stand in line for a twenty-five-cent admission!" she scorned. "It didn't hurt me any more than it did you. Come!"-- in looking about for a quick something to take her guest's attention, Billy's eyes fell on the manuscript copy of her new song, bearing Arkwright's name. |