``We know she's your niece, and she's lonesome;
and we know she's musical. I shall love her for
every one of those things. Of course we'll take
her!''

``But--I don't know anything about her age.''

``All the more reason why she should be looked
out for, then,'' retorted Billy, promptly. ``Why,
Aunt Hannah, just as if you didn't want to give
this lonesome, unprotected young girl a home!''

``Oh, I do, of course; but--''

``Then it's all settled,'' interposed Billy,
springing to her feet.

``But what if we--we shouldn't like her?''

``Nonsense! What if she shouldn't like us?''
laughed Billy. ``However, if you'd feel better,
just ask her to come and stay with us a month.
We shall keep her all right, afterwards. See if we
don't!''

Slowly Aunt Hannah got to her feet.

``Very well, dear. I'll write, of course, as you
tell me to; and it's lovely of you to do it. Now