I think if I told her Cyril approved of short hair and near-sightedness she'd I cut off her golden locks and don spectacles on the spot." Aunt Hannah laughed softly.
"What a child you are, Billy! Besides, just as if Marie were the only one in the house who is ruled by a magic name!" The color deepened in Billy's cheeks.
"Well, of course, any girl--cares something--for the man she loves.

Just as if I wouldn't do anything in the world I could for Bertram!" "Oh, that makes me think; who was that young woman Bertram was talking with last evening--just after he left us, I mean ?" "Miss Winthrop--Miss Marguerite Winthrop.

Bertram is--is painting her portrait, you know." "Oh, is that the one ?" murmured Aunt Hannah.

"Hm-m; well, she has a beautiful face." "Yes, she has." Billy spoke very cheerfully.

She even hummed a little tune as she carefully selected a needle from the cushion in her basket.
"There's a peculiar something in her face," mused Aunt Hannah, aloud.
The little tune stopped abruptly, ending in a nervous laugh.
"Dear me! I wonder how it feels to have a peculiar something in your face.