"And there's this," said Billy; "and this," she went on, sliding into
one little strain after another--all of which were recognized by the
amazed man at her side.
"Billy," he cried, when she had finished and whirled upon him again,
"Billy, would you like to learn to play--really play from notes?"
"Oh, wouldn't I!"
"Then you shall! We'll have a piano tomorrow in your rooms for you to
practise on. And--I'll teach you myself."
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Cyril--you don't know how I thank you!" exulted
Billy, as she danced from the room to tell Aunt Hannah of this great and
good thing that had come into her life.
To Billy, this promise of Cyril's to be her teacher was very kind, very
delightful; but it was not in the least a thing at which to marvel. To
Bertram, however, it most certainly was.
"Well, guess what's happened," he said to William that night, after he
had heard the news. "I'll believe anything now--anything: that you'll
raffle off your collection of teapots at the next church fair, or that
I shall go to Egypt as a 'Cooky' guide. Listen; Cyril is going to give
piano lessons to Billy!--CYRIL!"
CHAPTER XIV
AUNT HANNAH SPEAKS HER MIND
Bertram said that the Strata was not a strata any longer. He declared
that between them, Billy and Spunk had caused such an upheaval that
there was no telling where one stratum left off and another began.
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