``Ho! Trust Will to find another `Old Blue'
or a `perfect treasure of a black basalt' by that
time,'' shrugged Bertram.

Below William's rooms was the floor once
Bertram's, but afterwards given over to the use
of Billy and Aunt Hannah. The rooms were open
to-day, and were bright with sunshine and roses;
but they were very plainly unoccupied.

``And you don't use them yet?'' remonstrated
Billy, as she paused at an open door.

``No. These are Mrs. Bertram Henshaw's
rooms,'' said the youngest Henshaw brother in a
voice that made Billy hurry away with a dimpling
blush.

``They were Billy's--and they can never seem
any one's but Billy's, now,'' declared William to
Marie, as they went down the stairs.

``And now for the den and some good stories
before the fire,'' proposed Bertram, as the six
reached the first floor again.

``But we haven't seen your pictures, yet,''
objected Billy.

Bertram made a deprecatory gesture.