I'll have it here in no time," he finished, hurrying to the telephone.
"Oh, Hugh, I'm so glad I've got _you_ here," sobbed Billy, stumbling blindly toward the stairway.

"I'll be ready in two minutes." And she was; but neither then, nor a little later when she and Calderwell drove hurriedly away from the house, did Billy once remember that Miss Marguerite Winthrop was coming to call that afternoon to see Mrs.Bertram Henshaw and a roomful of Billy pictures.
Pete was still alive when Calderwell left Billy at the door of the modest little home where Eliza's mother lived.
"Yes, you're in time, ma'am," sobbed Eliza; "and, oh, I'm so glad you've come.

He's been askin' and askin' for ye." From Eliza Billy learned then that Mr.William was there, but not Mr.
Bertram.

They had not been able to reach Mr.Bertram, or Mr.Cyril.
Billy never forgot the look of reverent adoration that came into Pete's eyes as she entered the room where he lay.
"Miss Billy--my Miss Billy! You were so good-to come," he whispered faintly.
Billy choked back a sob.
"Of course I'd come, Pete," she said gently, taking one of the thin, worn hands into both her soft ones.
It was more than a few minutes that Pete lived.

Four o'clock came, and five, and he was still with them.