Naturally, then, Will wants to see Mary Jane." Billy began to laugh hysterically.

She dropped into a chair and raised both her hands, palms outward.
"Don't, don't--please don't!" she choked, "or I shall die.

I've had all I can stand, already." "All you can stand ?" "What do you mean ?" "Is she so--impossible ?" This last was from Bertram, spoken softly, and with a hurried glance toward the hall.
Billy dropped her hands and lifted her head.

By heroic effort she pulled her face into sobriety--all but her eyes--and announced: "Mary Jane is--a man." "Wha-at ?" "A _man!_" "Billy!" Three masculine forms sat suddenly erect.
"Yes.

Oh, Uncle William, I know now just how you felt--I know, I know," gurgled Billy, incoherently.