"Aunt Hannah told me." "Well, that counts out William, then," said Calderwell, with an air of finality.
"But how about Bertram?
You haven't settled Bertram," laughed Billy, archly.
"Bertram!" Calderwell's eyes widened.

"Billy, can you imagine Bertram's making love in real earnest to a girl ?" "Why, I--don't--know; maybe!" Billy tipped her head from side to side as if she were viewing a picture set up for her inspection.
"Well, I can't.

In the first place, no girl would think he was serious; or if by any chance she did, she'd soon discover that it was the turn of her head or the tilt of her chin that he admired--TO PAINT.

Now isn't that so ?" Billy laughed, but she did not answer.
"It is, and you know it," declared Calderwell.

"And that settles him.
Now you can see, perhaps, why none of these men--will marry." It was a long minute before Billy spoke.
"Not a bit of it.