"Where shall I meet you ?" Bertram gave the street and number.
"Good! I'll be there," promised Billy, as she hung up the receiver.
Quite forgetting the broom in the middle of the drawing-room floor, Billy tripped up-stairs to change her dress.

On her lips was a gay little song.

In her heart was joy.
"I rather guess _now_ I'm tending to my husband and my home!" she was crowing to herself.
Just as Billy was about to leave the house the telephone bell jangled again.
It was Alice Greggory.
"Billy, dear," she called, "can't you come out?
Mr.Arkwright and Mr.
Calderwell are here, and they've brought some new music.

We want you.
Will you come ?" "I can't, dear.

Bertram wants me.