Oh, Bertram, such a time as I had over those notes," went on Billy, with a chuckle.

Her eyes were dancing, and she was seeming more like her usual self, Bertram thought.

"You see there were such a lot of things I wanted to say, about what a dear you were, and how much I--I liked you, and that you had such lovely eyes, and a nose--" "Billy!" This time it was Bertram who was sitting erect in pale horror.
Billy threw him a roguish glance.
"Goosey! You are as bad as Aunt Hannah! I said that was what I _wanted_ to say.

What I really said was--quite another matter," she finished with a saucy uptilting of her chin.
Bertram relaxed with a laugh.
"You witch!" His admiring eyes still lingered on her face.

"Billy, I'm going to paint you sometime in just that pose.