She wished she had had on her blue kimono, then perhaps Kate would not have thought she looked so badly.

Blue was always more becoming to her than-- Billy turned her head suddenly.

From the next room had come Kate's clear-cut, decisive voice.
"Oh, no, I don't think he looks a bit like his father.

That little snubby nose was never the Henshaw nose." Billy drew in her breath sharply, and pulled herself half erect in her chair.

From the next room came Kate's voice again, after a low murmur from the nurse.
"Oh, but he isn't, I tell you.