``I like to think--she wants me, William,
but I know, in my heart, it isn't best.''

``Why not?''

There was a moment's pause; then, decisively
came the answer.

``Because I think young married folks should
not have outsiders in the home.''

William laughed relievedly.

``Oh, so that's it! Well, Aunt Hannah, you're
no outsider. Come, run right along home and
pack your trunk.''

Aunt Hannah was plainly almost crying; but
she held her ground.

``William, I can't,'' she reiterated.

``But--Billy is such a child, and--''

For once in her circumspect life Aunt Hannah
was guilty of an interruption.

``Pardon me, William, she is not a child. She
is a woman now, and she has a woman's problems