``Dinner!'' choked Billy. ``I wonder if you
think I could eat any dinner with Uncle William
turned out of his home! I'm going to find Uncle
William.'' And she stumbled blindly toward the
door.

Bertram reached for his hat. He threw a
despairing glance into Pete's eyes.

``We'll be back--when we can,'' he said, with
a frown.

``Yes, sir,'' answered Pete, respectfully. Then,
as if impelled by some hidden force, he touched
his master's arm. ``It was that way she looked,
sir, when she came to _you_--that night last
July--with her eyes all shining,'' he whispered.

A tender smile curved Bertram's lips. The
frown vanished from his face.

``Bless you, Pete--and bless her, too!'' he
whispered back. The next moment he had hurried
after his wife.

The house that bore the number Pete had
given proved to have a pretentious doorway, and
a landlady who, in response to the summons of
the neat maid, appeared with a most impressive