face of a little child.

"The audience will sit on the steps," Billy said, a little tremulously.
"Right here. Make believe I'm rows and rows of people! Now will you
please favor us by 'Marching through Georgia'?".

He went at once to the little gayly-bedecked instrument and began to
play. The dignity and pride of the shabby old figure redeemed its
shabbiness--the fervor of the pounded notes redeemed the tune. The
audience--in "rows and rows,"--listened gravely, and at the end burst
into genuine applause. The sound swelled and multiplied oddly, and then
they saw the three figures at the gate who had listened, too. Billy was
discovered!




CHAPTER V.


They escorted Billy home. It was rather a silent walk until the end.
Loraine spoke first.

"One less in the B-Hive," she said sadly.

"Yes, I suppose I'm dropped now," responded Billy, not uncheerfully.
"Of course I've got to take the consequences of my--my crime. But I don't
care!" she added with vivacity. "I'd rather live alone in a ten-story
house than have missed that Exhibition!"