But she'll let you know when she'll be there.
"I'll write more later, but just now I'm in a terrible rush.

I only write this note to set your poor heart at rest about having to hunt up a school for me.
"With love to all, "BILLY." As had happened once before after a letter from Billy had been read, there was a long pause.
"Well, by Jove!" breathed Bertram.
"It's very sensible, I'm sure," declared Cyril.

"Still, I must confess, I would have liked to pick out her piano teacher for her." William said nothing--perhaps because he was reading Billy's letter again.
At eight o'clock that night Bertram tapped on Cyril's door.
"What's the trouble ?" demanded Cyril in answer to the look on the other's face.
Bertram lifted his eyebrows oddly.
"I'm not sure whether you'll call it 'trouble' or not," he replied; "but I think it's safe to say that Billy is gone--for good." "For good! What do you mean ?--that she's not coming back--ever ?" "Exactly that." "Nonsense! What's put that notion into your head ?" "Billy's letter first; after that, Pete." "Pete!" "Yes.

He came to me a few minutes ago, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

It seems he swept Billy's rooms this morning and put them in order against her coming; and tonight William told him that she wouldn't be here at present.