"And look at the spiders! Dear, dear, I AM glad they're dead, anyhow," she shuddered with a nervous laugh that was almost a sob.
Something in Billy's voice stirred Mrs.Hartwell to sudden action.
"Come, come, this will never do," she protested authoritatively, motioning her brothers to leave the room.

"Billy is quite tired out, and needs rest.

She mustn't talk another bit to-night." "Of c-course not," stammered William.

And only too glad of an excuse to withdraw from a very embarrassing situation, the three men called back a faltering good-night, and precipitately fled down-stairs..