Aunt Hannah to spend the day with them. This time, however, there w
s of the old-time furnishings. Before the open fire in the den a sleek gray cat-adorned with a huge ribbon bow the exact shade of the roses (Bertram had seen to that!)-winked and blinked sleepy yellow eyes. In Bertram's studio the latest "Face of a Girl" had made way for a group of canvases and plaques, every one of which showed Billy Neilson in one pose or another. Up
te's face the dignity of his high office and the delight of the moment were fighting for mastery. The dignity held firmly through Mrs
you here again," stammered the m
f these days, Pete," smiled the
am, who, in spite of William's quick
me the patter of a m
all come up-stairs and see them after dinner." The voice, apparently, spoke to everybody; but the eyes of the owner of the voice plainly saw only the fa
lained Marie Hawthorn in a low, vibrant tone, when Cy
anced toward the fire, the sleek gray cat rose, stretche
. "Spunkie, when I am your mistress, you'll have to change either your name or your nature. As if I were going
m regarded his namesake w
th a matter-of-course air that was unmistakable-and to Bertram, adorable. Ber
e is-worrying," he sa
y sm
answered. "Only think how dreadfully
ing face grew
she didn't know it; she only
hook he
I think I can discern a few evidences myself-that I was upse
corrected Bertram. "Think o
d Billy's face; but before her lover c
nt to Cyril." Billy had t
at times," retorted that individual, with
were never anything but a comfort in the h
t-when Pete and I disagree about the table decorations, a
wn showed on B
s laughed at her sally, "you needn't have Pet
ed Billy, indignantly.
te is o
y years, while he's been growing old? I wonder if you think I'd let
and arrested her words. She look
nounced the old butler, his
acrity, and gave his
e're ready for di
incemeat, it is doubtful if four at the table would have known the difference: Cyril and Marie at one end were discussing where to put their new sideboard in their dining-room, and Bertram and Billy at the other were talking of the next Thanksgiving, when, according to Bertram, the Strata would have
dinner was over, "suppose
the long flights of stairs then, Billy carrying an extr
m, as she picked up the shawl from the hall stand where s
s," panted Aunt Hannah, as she reached the top of the last flight and dropped breat
hanksgiving dinner just before," laughed Cyril. "Maybe
ersian-a Kirman, you know; and I'm so proud of it," she added, turning to the others. "I
lors of the rug before him. "Honestly, Miss Marie," he added, turning to the little bride elect, "how did you
ay came into Ma
ted rugs," she faltere
everywhere except in my own especial den. You don't suppose I want
turned to the little music teacher. "I hope, Miss Marie, that
d at this, though
t you up here to
ver, was not
d tried adviser. "Just let me give you a pointer. I've lived with your
e still," g
efused to
py nocturne, you may know that all is well. But if on your ears there falls anything like a dirge, or the wail of a lost spirit gone mad,
be still?" cut in C
soups or uses salt for sugar. So maybe I'd better put it to you this way: if you want a new sealskin coat or an extra diamond tiara, tackle him when he plays
hful brother's hand off the piano stool. The next moment the wrathful brother himself sat at the piano, and there burst on
erflowing, as if under the fingers of the player there were-not the keyboard of a piano-b
am, his ecstasy at that for which the rug and curtains stood-the little woman sewing in the radiant circle of a shaded lamp. Billy knew that all this and more were finding voice at Cyri
wound itself in and out of a maze of exquisite harmonies, now hiding, now coming out clear and unafr
ered into silence. It was Bertram wh
it's I that set you going like that, old cha
is shoulders and
of the rug we'll go down-st
er of the beautiful Kirman could find any fault with the quantity or the quality of the attention b
you can play like tha
mand," shrugge
airs they stopped
the black velvet square. "They're fine-and I think she looks like you," he finished, turning to Billy, and hol
d Marie, over Billy's shou
r turned, hi
them. Would you like to see th
y a score or more of round and oval discs of glass, porcelain, ande again; "but how-how queer!
s glistened. William loved to talk-
to fasten back their curtains," he explained ardently. "Now here's another Batte
hat round one!" exclaimed Marie
h. Did you notice this one, with the bright red and blue and green o
Bertram, mischievously; but
he Batterseas. You see it was at Worcester that they invented that variation of the transfer printing process that they called bat printing, where they used oil instead of ink, and gelatine instead of pap
y time-" interposed Bertram
topped wi
I talked of something el
d Marie. "Besides, there are such a lot of things here t
cabinet where were some beautiful specimens of antique jewelry brooches, necklaces
teapots? Well, we can have tea every day in the year, and not use one of them but five times. I've
eap year?" q
ue' or a 'perfect treasure of a black b
ver to the use of Billy and Aunt Hannah. The rooms were open to-day, and w
t?" remonstrated Billy, as
said the youngest Henshaw brother in a voice t
any one's but Billy's, now," declared Wil
es before the fire," proposed Bertram, a
n your pictures, ye
e a depreca
e door of his studio, and pressing a button that flooded the room with light. The next moment, as they stood before those plaques and
eed!" exclai
vely!" brea
knew you had a good many, but-" Aunt Hannah paused impotent
id you do them?
ur or five years ago," answered Bertram; "like this, for instance." And he pulled into a better light a picture of a laughing, d
little cat!
dryly. "No paint nor painter could imprison that untam
d the studio. She stood now a little apart. Her eyes were wide, and a bit frightened. Her fingers were twisting the
bronze. Again it was still the back of her head with below it the bare, slender neck and the scarf-draped shoulders. In this picture the curve of a half-turned cheek showed plainly, and in the background was visible a hand holding four playing cards, at which the pictur
of this chin is perfect."
ry. Her face whitened
dn't mean the-the tilt of th
urned in
stammered. "Bi
ly. She had seen the dismayed questioning in her lov
lated hurriedly. "It was
eyes were still troubled. "Was it the pi
gain-this time
e of her hands toward the omnipresent Billy. "Why, I feel as if I were in a room with a thousan
ent smile. Cyril actually chuckled. Bertram only still wore
l. It was not a pretty sketch; it was not even a finished one, and Bill
ram, what
nd Aunt Hannah, followed by William and Cyril, were just disappearing behind a huge easel. In another minute the merry chatter of their v
Billy, as a kiss
if they did see? Billy, what was th
Bertram tried to assure himself that it was a
d about-about the tilt of that c
, Bi
Billy turned and began to rev
hibition quite long enough. It is high time she was tur
move to assist her. His ardent gray eyes were
at you're really mine," he said at la
glorified her face. As she stood, she was close to a picture on
e man opposite had taken an eager step toward her. On his face was the look
perfect with those dark shadows beyond, and just your hair and face and throat show