"In fact, it's as nearly perfect as it can be--and not take angel-wings
and fly away," declared Billy. "I have named it 'Hillside.'"
Very early in her career as house-owner, Billy decided that however
delightful it might be to have a furnace to shake, it would not be at
all delightful to shake it; besides, there was the new motor car to run.
Billy therefore sought and found a good, strong man who had not only the
muscle and the willingness to shake the furnace, but the skill to turn
chauffeur at a moment's notice. Best of all, this man had also a wife
who, with a maid to assist her, would take full charge of the house, and
thus leave Billy and Mrs. Stetson free from care. All these, together
with a canary, and a kitten as near like Spunk as could be obtained,
made Billy's household.
"And now I'm ready to see my friends," she announced.
"And I think your friends will be ready to see you," Bertram assured
her.
And they were--at least, so it appeared. For at once the little house
perched on the hillside became the Mecca for many of the Henshaws'
friends who had known Billy as William's merry, eighteen-year-old
namesake. There were others, too, whom Billy had met abroad; and
there were soft-stepping, sweet-faced old women and an occasional
white-whiskered old man--Aunt Hannah's friends--who found that the young
mistress of Hillside was a charming hostess.
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