I know that _now_--" With a swift biting of her lower lip Billy caught herself up in time.

As if she could tell this man, this stranger, what she had told Bertram that night by the fire--that she knew that now, _now_ she would write beautiful songs, with his love, and his pride in her, as incentives.

"Oh, yes, I think I shall write more one of these days," she finished lightly.

"But come, this isn't singing duets! I want to see the music you brought." They sang then, one after another of the duets.

To Billy, the music was new and interesting.