Still more blindly she reached for her bonnet and cloak on the chair near her.
"Oh, will you go, too ?" asked Billy, abstractedly, hurrying to the window to look for the motor car.
"Will I go, too!" burst out Aunt Hannah's indignant voice.

"Do you think I'd let you go alone, and at this time of night, on such a wild-goose chase as this ?" "I don't know, I'm sure," murmured Billy, still abstractedly, peering out into the rain.
"Don't know, indeed! Oh, my grief and conscience!" groaned Aunt Hannah, setting her bonnet hopelessly askew on top of her agitated head.
But Billy did not even answer now.

Her face was pressed hard against the window-pane..