Miss Billy's Decision by Eleanor H. (Eleanor Hodgman) Porter
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them on the left. After a moment Marie turned
to Billy again. ``I'm so glad he wants--just puddings and stockings,'' she began a little breathlessly. ``You see, for so long I supposed he _wouldn't_ want anything but a very brilliant, talented wife who could play and sing beautifully; a wife he'd be proud of--like you.'' ``Me? Nonsense!'' laughed Billy. ``Cyril never wanted me, and I never wanted him--only once for a few minutes, so to speak, when I thought, I did. In spite of our music, we aren't a mite congenial. I like people around; he doesn't. I like to go to plays; he doesn't. He likes rainy days, and I abhor them. Mercy! Life with me for him would be one long jangling discord, my love, while with you it'll be one long sweet song!'' Marie drew a deep breath. Her eyes were fixed on a point far ahead up the curveless street. ``I hope it will, indeed!'' she breathed. Not until they were almost home did Billy say suddenly: ``Oh, did Cyril write you? A young relative of Aunt Hannah's is coming to-morrow to stay |
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