``Yes, I am; though, for that matter, I should
love your name, no matter what it was.''

``Even if 'twas `Mary Jane,' eh?'' bantered
Billy. ``Well, you'll have a chance to find out
how you like that name pretty quick, sir. We're
going to have one here.''

``You're going to have a Mary Jane here? Do
you mean that Rosa's going away?''

``Mercy! I hope not,'' shuddered Billy. ``You
don't find a Rosa in every kitchen--and never
in employment agencies! My Mary Jane is a
niece of Aunt Hannah's,--or rather, a cousin.
She's coming to Boston to study music, and I've
invited her here. We've asked her for a month,
though I presume we shall keep her right
along.''

Bertram frowned.

``Well, of course, that's very nice for--_Mary
Jane_,'' he sighed with meaning emphasis.

Billy laughed.

``Don't worry, dear. She won't bother us any.''