What
Billy had not attended to, Spunk had, he said.
"You see, it's like this," he explained to an amused friend one day.
"Billy is taking piano lessons of Cyril, and she is posing for one of my
heads. Naturally, then, such feminine belongings as fancy-work, thread,
thimbles, and hairpins are due to show up at any time either in Cyril's
apartments or mine--to say nothing of William's; and she's in William's
lots--to look for Spunk, if for no other purpose.
"You must know that Spunk likes William's floor the best of the bunch,
there are so many delightful things to play with. Not that Spunk stays
there--dear me, no. He's a sociable little chap, and his usual course is
to pounce on a shelf, knock off some object that tickles his fancy,
then lug it in his mouth to--well, anywhere that he happens to feel like
going. Cyril has found him up-stairs with a small miniature, battered
and chewed almost beyond recognition. And Aunt Hannah nearly had a fit
one day when he appeared in her room with an enormous hard-shelled black
bug--dead, of course--that he had fished from a case that Pete had left
open. As for me, I can swear that the little round white stone he was
playing with in my part of the house was one of William's Collection
Number One.
"And that isn't all," Bertram continued. "Billy brings her music down to
show to me, and lugs my heads all over the rest of the house to show
to other folks.
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