I'm glad I've got that for the overflow, anyway," resumed Billy, trying to steady her voice.

"I've sent a whole lot of happiness up there mentally, if I haven't actually carried it; so I'm sure you must have got it.

Now tell me of yourself." "There's nothing to tell," insisted Alice, as before.
"You're working as hard as ever ?" "Yes--harder." "New pupils ?" "Yes, and some concert engagements--good ones, for next season.
Accompaniments, you know." Billy nodded.
"Yes; I've heard of you already twice, lately, in that line, and very flatteringly, too." "Have you?
Well, that's good." "Hm-m." There was a moment's silence, then, abruptly, Billy changed the subject.

"I had a letter from Belle Calderwell, yesterday." She paused expectantly, but there was no comment.
"You don't seem interested," she frowned, after a minute.
Alice laughed.
"Pardon me, but--I don't know the Lady, you see.

Was it a good letter ?" "You know her brother." "Very true." Alice's cheeks showed a deeper color.