``I suppose so. I don't seem to remember her
much; still, I think I saw her once or twice when
I was on last June. Music teacher, wasn't she?''

``Yes. She is a very sweet girl.''

``Hm-m; I suppose so. Still, I think 'twould
have been better if Cyril could have selected some
one that _wasn't_ musical--say a more domestic
wife. He's so terribly unpractical himself about
household matters.''

Billy gave a ringing laugh and stood up. The
car had come to a stop before her own door.

``Do you? Just you wait till you see Marie's
trousseau of--egg-beaters and cake tins,'' she
chuckled.

Mrs. Hartwell looked blank.

``Whatever in the world do you mean, Billy?''
she demanded fretfully, as she followed her hostess
from the car. ``I declare! aren't you ever going
to grow beyond making those absurd remarks
of yours?''

``Maybe--sometime,'' laughed Billy, as she
took little Kate's hand and led the way up the