We left him trying to make fudge, you know."
Billy laughed--but she cried, too; at least, her eyes grew suddenly
moist. Bertram tried to decide afterward whether she laughed till she
cried, or cried till she laughed.
"No, no," she demurred tremulously. "I couldn't. I really have never
intended that."
"But why not? What are you going to do?" questioned William in a voice
that was dazed and hurt.
The first question Billy ignored. The second she answered with a
promptness and a gayety that was meant to turn the thoughts away from
the first.
"We are going to Boston, Aunt Hannah and I. We've got rooms engaged
for just now, but later we're going to take a house and live together.
That's what we're going to do."
CHAPTER XXII
HUGH CALDERWELL
In the Beacon Street house William mournfully removed the huge pink bow
from Spunkie's neck, and Bertram threw away the roses. Cyril marched
up-stairs with his pile of new music and his book; and Pete, in
obedience to orders, hid the workbasket, the tea table, and the low
sewing-chair. With a great display of a "getting back home" air, Bertram
moved many of his belongings upstairs--but inside of a week he had moved
them down again, saying that, after all, he believed he liked the first
floor better. Billy's rooms were closed then, and remained as they had
for years--silent and deserted.
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