CHAPTER XI.
_"When I Lift My Eyebrows This Way."_ "Oh, where have you been, Billy boy, Billy boy?
Oh, where have you been, charming Billy ?" Somewhere behind him a daring young voice was singing.

Billy turned with a real start, and when he saw her coming gayly down a little, brush-hidden path and knew that she was alone, the heart of him turned a complete somersault--from the feel of it.
"My long friend, Dilly, was busy, and so I--I went to look after my horse," he explained, his mind somewhat in a jumble.

How came she to be there, and why did she sing those lines?
How did she know that was _his_ song, or--did she really care at all?
And where was the Pilgrim?
"Mr.Walland and I tried the swing, but I don't like it; it made me horribly dizzy," she said, coming up to him.

"Then I went to find Mama Joy--" "Who ?" Billy had by that time recovered his wits enough to know just exactly what she said.
"Mama Joy--my stepmother.

I call her that.