BILLY WRITES ANOTHER LETTER By the middle of June only William and the gray kitten were left with Pete and Dong Ling in the Beacon Street house.

Cyril had sailed for England, and Bertram had gone on a sketching trip with a friend.
To William the house this summer was unusually lonely; indeed, he found the silent, deserted rooms almost unbearable.

Even the presence of the little gray cat served only to accentuate the loneliness--it reminded him of Billy.
William missed Billy.

He owned that now even to Pete.

He said that he would be glad when she came back.