"But then, of course you do hear him oftener." "I?
Oh, no, indeed.

Not so very much oftener." Alice had turned back to her music.

There was a slight embarrassment in her manner.

"I wonder--where--that new song--is," she murmured.
Billy, who knew very well where the song lay, was not to be diverted.
"Nonsense! As if Mr.Arkwright wasn't always telling how Alice liked this song, and didn't like that one, and thought the other the best yet! I don't believe he sings a thing that he doesn't first sing to you.

For that matter, I fancy he asks your opinion of everything, anyway." "Why, Billy, he doesn't!" exclaimed Alice, a deep red flaming into her cheeks.