Billy had found that, in spite of her getting away from the house, she had not got away from herself once, all day.

She tried now, however, to summon her acting powers of the morning.
"But it was splendid, really, Aunt Hannah," she cried, with some show of animation.

"And they clapped and cheered and gave him any number of curtain calls.

We were so proud of him! But you see, I _am_ tired," she broke off wearily.
"You poor child, of course you are, and you look like a ghost! I won't keep you another minute.

Run along to bed.