"Oh, well," went on Bertram, resignedly, "she stayed longer than the last one.

When is the next one coming ?" "She's already here." Bertram frowned.
"Here?
But--you served the dessert, and--" At something in Billy's face, a quick suspicion came into his own.

"Billy, you don't mean that you--_you_--" "Yes," she nodded brightly, "that's just what I mean.

I'm the next one." "Nonsense!" exploded Bertram, wrathfully.

"Oh, come, Billy, we've been all over this before.