'Twas a restaurant, I think. I saw just
where it was, then I flew back here to telephone for Uncle William. I
knew HE could do something. But--well, you know the rest. I had to take
you. Now come, quick; I'll show you."
"But, Miss Billy, I can't! You mustn't; it's impossible," chattered old
Pete. "Come, let me take ye home, Miss Billy, do!"
"Home--and leave Mr. Bertram with that Seaver man? No, no!"
"What CAN ye do?"
"Do? I can get him to come home with me, of course."
The old man made a despairing gesture and looked about him as if for
help. He saw then the curious, questioning eyes on all sides; and with a
quick change of manner, he touched Miss Billy's arm.
"Yes; we'll go. Come," he apparently agreed. But once outside on the
broad expanse before the Subway entrance he stopped again. "Miss Billy,
please come home," he implored. "Ye don't know--ye can't know what yer
a-doin'!"
The girl tossed her head. She was angry now.
"Pete, if you will not go with me I shall go alone. I am not afraid."
"But the hour--the place--you, a young girl! Miss Billy!" remonstrated
the old man agitatedly.
"It isn't so very late. I've been out lots of times later than this
at home. And as for the place, it's all light and bright, and lots of
people were going in--ladies and gentlemen. Nothing could hurt me, Pete,
and I shall go; but I'd rather you were with me.
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