Of course I'll have mine on, too, and she'll be watching for me.

So just run along and take your nap, dear, and be all rested and ready to welcome her when she comes," finished Billy, stooping to give the soft, faintly pink cheek a warm kiss.
"Well, thank you, my dear; perhaps I will," sighed Aunt Hannah, drawing the gray shawl about her as she turned away contentedly.
Mrs.Carleton's tea that afternoon was, for Billy, not an occasion of unalloyed joy.

It was the first time she had appeared at a gathering of any size since the announcement of her engagement; and, as she dolefully told Bertram afterwards, she had very much the feeling of the picture hung on the wall.
"And they _did_ put up their lorgnettes and say, 'Is _that_ the one ?'" she declared; "and I know some of them finished with 'Did you ever ?' too," she sighed.
But Billy did not stay long in Mrs.Carleton's softly-lighted, flower-perfumed rooms.

At ten minutes past four she was saying good-by to a group of friends who were vainly urging her to remain longer.
"I can't--I really can't," she declared.

"I'm due at the South Station at half past four to meet a Miss Arkwright, a young cousin of Aunt Hannah's, whom I've never seen before.