falling twilight her face looked a little white.

``Uncle William,'' she began very quietly, ``do
you think for a minute that just because I married
your brother I am going to live in that house
and turn you out of the home you've lived in all
your life?''

``Nonsense, dear! I'm not turned out. I just
go,'' corrected Uncle William, gayly.

With superb disdain Billy brushed this aside.

``Oh, no, you won't,'' she declared; ``but--
_I shall_.''

``Billy!'' gasped Bertram.

``My--my dear!'' expostulated William,
faintly.

``Uncle William! Bertram! Listen,'' panted
Billy. ``I never told you much before, but I'm
going to, now. Long ago, when I went away with
Aunt Hannah, your sister Kate showed me how
dear the old home was to you--how much you
thought of it. And she said--she said that I had
upset everything.'' (Bertram interjected a sharp
word, but Billy paid no attention.) ``That's
why I went; and _I shall go again_--if you don't