background was visible a hand holding four playing
cards, at which the pictured girl was evidently
looking. Sometimes it was a merry Billy with
dancing eyes; sometimes a demure Billy with long
lashes caressing a flushed cheek. Sometimes it
was a wistful Billy with eyes that looked straight
into yours with peculiar appeal. But always it
was--Billy.

``There, I think the tilt of this chin is perfect.''
It was Bertram speaking.

Billy gave a sudden cry. Her face whitened.
She stumbled forward.

``No, no, Bertram, you--you didn't mean
the--the tilt of the chin,'' she faltered wildly.

The man turned in amazement.

``Why--Billy!'' he stammered. ``Billy,
what is it?''

The girl fell back at once. She tried to laugh
lightly. She had seen the dismayed questioning
in her lover's eyes, and in the eyes of William and
the others.

``N-nothing,'' she gesticulated hurriedly. ``It
was nothing at all, truly.''