women to help you pack, and come."

"Half a dozen women in that little room, William--impossible!"

"Well, I only meant to get enough so you could come right off this
morning."

"But I don't need them, William. There are only my clothes and books,
and such things. You know it is a FURNISHED room."

"All right, all right, Aunt Hannah. I wanted to make sure you hurried,
that's all. You see, I don't want Billy to suspect just how much she's
upsetting us. I've asked Kate to take her over to her house for the
day, while Bertram is moving down-stairs, and while we're getting you
settled. I--I think you'll like it there, Aunt Hannah," added William,
anxiously. "Of course Billy's got Spunk, but--" he hesitated, and smiled
a little.

"Got what?" faltered the other.

"Spunk. Oh, I don't mean THAT kind," laughed William, in answer to the
dismayed expression on his aunt's face. "Spunk is a cat."

"A cat!--but such a name, William! I--I think we'll change that."

"Eh? Oh, you do," murmured William, with a curious smile. "Very well; be
that as it may. Anyhow, you're coming, and we shall want you all settled
by dinner time," he finished, as he picked up his hat to go.

With Kate, Billy spent the long day very contentedly in Kate's beautiful