Baby was growing more and more cunning anyway, these days, and there were several things she believed she had not told him; so she told them now.
Bertram listened politely, interestedly.

He told himself that he _was_ interested, too.

Of course he was interested in the doings of his own child! But he still walked up and down the room a little restlessly, coming to a halt at last by the window, across which the shade had not been drawn.
"Billy," he cried suddenly, with his old boyish eagerness, "there's a glorious moon.

Come on! Let's take a little walk--a real fellow-and-his-best-girl walk! Will you ?" "Mercy! dear, I couldn't," cried Billy springing to her feet.

"I'd love to, though, if I could," she added hastily, as she saw disappointment cloud her husband's face.