We shan't want _you_." "I shouldn't mind coming back," exclaimed Helen Brabazon.

"I've enjoyed every minute of the time here!" But Bubbles declared that she didn't want any of them but Bill.

All she would ask the other men to do would be to cut down some trails of ivy.
She explained that she always avoided the use of ivy unless, as in this case, quantity rather than quality was required.
So they all tramped cheerfully back to Wyndfell Hall.
Tea was served in the library, and the host looked on with benign satisfaction at the lively scene, though Blanche Farrow saw his face change and stiffen, when his penetrating eyes rested in turn for a long moment on Bubbles' now laughing little face.

Perhaps because of that frowning look, she drew the girl after her into the hall.

"Come in here for a moment, Bubbles--I want to speak to you.