Oh, if you only could have cared for him, you'd have made such a splendid couple!" A vivid scarlet flew to Alice's face.
"Nonsense!" she cried, getting quickly to her feet and bending over one of the flower boxes along the veranda railing.

"Mr.Arkwright never thought of marrying me--and I'm not going to marry anybody but my music." Billy sighed despairingly.
"I know that's what you say now; but if--" She stopped abruptly.

Around the turn of the veranda had appeared Aunt Hannah, wheeling Bertram, Jr., still asleep in his carriage.
"I came out the other door," she explained softly.

"And it was so lovely I just had to go in and get the baby.

I thought it would be so nice for him to finish his nap out here." Billy arose with a troubled frown.
"But, Aunt Hannah, he mustn't--he can't stay out here.