Aunt Hannah turned sharply.

``Here!'' she ejaculated. ``William Henshaw,
you didn't suppose I was coming _here_ to live,
did you?''

It was William's turn to look amazed.

``Why, of course you're coming here! Where
else should you go, pray?''

``Where I was before--before Billy came--to
you,'' returned Aunt Hannah a little tremulously,
but with a certain dignity. ``I shall take a room
in some quiet boarding-house, of course.''

``Nonsense, Aunt Hannah! As if Billy would
listen to that! You came before; why not come
now?''

Aunt Hannah lifted her chin the fraction of an
inch.

``You forget. I was needed before. Billy is a
married woman now. She needs no chaperon.''

``Nonsense!'' scowled William, again. ``Billy
will always need you.''

Aunt Hannah shook her head mournfully.