There were also the Henshaw
"boys," and there was always Calderwell--at least, so Bertram declared
to himself sometimes.
Bertram came frequently to the little house on the hill, even more
frequently than William; but Cyril was not seen there so often. He came
once at first, it is true, and followed Billy from room to room as she
proudly displayed her new home. He showed polite interest in her view,
and a perfunctory enjoyment of the tea she prepared for him. But he
did not come again for some time, and when he did come, he sat stiffly
silent, while his brothers did most of the talking.
As to Calderwell--Calderwell seemed suddenly to have lost his interest
in impenetrable forests and unclimbable mountains. Nothing more
intricate than the long Beacon Street boulevard, or more inaccessible
than Corey Hill seemed worth exploring, apparently. According to
Calderwell's own version of it, he had "settled down"; he was going
to "be something that was something." And he did spend sundry of his
morning hours in a Boston law office with ponderous, calf-bound volumes
spread in imposing array on the desk before him. Other hours--many
hours--he spent with Billy.
One day, very soon, in fact, after she arrived in Boston, Billy asked
Calderwell about the Henshaws.
"Tell me about them," she said. "Tell me what they have been doing all
these years.
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