I couldn't believe it was mine,'' choked Billy,
still plainly very much moved. ``You sang it as
I've never heard it sung before.''

Arkwright shook his head slowly.

``The inspiration of the room--that is all,'',
he said. ``It is a beautiful song. All of your songs
are beautiful.''

Billy blushed rosily.

``Thank you. You know--more of them,
then?''

``I think I know them all--unless you have
some new ones out. Have you some new ones,
lately?''

Billy shook her head.

``No; I haven't written anything since last
spring.''

``But you're going to?''

She drew a long sigh.

``Yes, oh, yes. I know that _now_--'' With a
swift biting of her lower lip Billy caught herself