I want the room to look homey to her, you know." "As if it could look any other way, if _you_ had anything to do with it," sighed Aunt Hannah, admiringly.
Billy laughed.
"If we get stranded we might ask the Henshaw boys to help us out, Aunt Hannah.

They'd probably suggest guns and swords.

That's the way they fixed up _my_ room." Aunt Hannah raised shocked hands of protest.
"As if we would! Mercy, what a time that was!" Billy laughed again.
"I never shall forget, _never_, my first glimpse of that room when Mrs.
Hartwell switched on the lights.

Oh, Aunt Hannah, I wish you could have seen it before they took out those guns and spiders!" "As if I didn't see quite enough when I saw William's face that morning he came for me!" retorted Aunt Hannah, spiritedly.
"Dear Uncle William! What an old saint he has been all the way through," mused Billy aloud.

"And Cyril--who would ever have believed that the day would come when Cyril would say to me, as he did last night, that he felt as if Marie had been gone a month.