"Never mind, Miss Billy. Cyril is only ONE of us, and there is all the rest of the Strata besides.""The--what?"
"The Strata. You don't know, of course, but listen, and I'll tell you." And he launched gaily forth into his favorite story.
Billy was duly amused and interested. She laughed and clapped her hands, and when the story was done she clapped them again.
"Oh, what a funny house! And how perfectly lovely that I'm going to live in it," she cried. Then straight at Mrs. Hartwell she hurled a bombshell. "But where is your stratum?" she demanded.
"Mr. Bertram didn't mention a thing about you!"Cyril said a sharp word under his breath. Bertram choked over a cough. Kate threw into William's eyes a look that was at once angry, accusing, and despairing. Then William spoke.
"Er--she--it isn't anywhere, my dear," he stammered; "or rather, it isn't here. Kate lives up on the Avenue, you see, and is only here for--for a day or two--just now.""Oh!" murmured Billy. And there was not one in the room at that moment who did not bless Spunk--for Spunk suddenly leaped to the table before him; and in the ensuing confusion his mistress quite forgot to question further concerning Mrs. Hartwell's stratum.
Dinner over, the three men, with their sister and Billy, trailed up-stairs to the drawing-rooms. Billy told them, then, of her life at Hampden Falls. She cried a little at the mention of Aunt Ella;and she portrayed very vividly the lonely life from which she herself had so gladly escaped. She soon had every one laughing, even Cyril, over her stories of the lawyer's home that might have been hers, with its gloom and its hush and its socketed chairs.
As soon as possible, however, Mrs. Hartwell, with a murmured "Iknow you must be tired, Billy," suggested that the girl go up-stairs to her room. "Come," she added, "I will show you the way."There was some delay, even then, for Spunk had to be provided with sleeping quarters; and it was not without some hesitation that Billy finally placed the kitten in the reluctant hands of Pete, who had been hastily summoned. Then she turned and followed Mrs.
Hartwell up-stairs.
It seemed to the three men in the drawing-room that almost immediately came the piercing shriek, and the excited voice of their sister in expostulation. Without waiting for more they leaped to the stairway and hurried up, two steps at a time.
"For heaven's sake, Kate, what is it?" panted William, who had been outdistanced by his more agile brothers.
Kate was on her feet, her face the picture of distressed amazement.
In the low chair by the window Billy sat where she had flung herself, her hands over her face. Her shoulders were shaking, and from her throat came choking little cries.
"I don't know," quavered Kate. "I haven't the least idea. She was all right till she got up-stairs here, and I turned on the lights.
Then she gave one shriek and--you know all I know."William advanced hurriedly.
"Billy, what is the matter? What are you crying for?" he demanded.
Billy dropped her hands then, and they saw her face. She was not crying. She was laughing. She was laughing so she could scarcely speak.
"Oh, you did, you did!" she gurgled. "I thought you did, and now Iknow!"
"Did what? What do you mean?" William's usually gentle voice was sharp. Even William's nerves were beginning to feel the strain of the last few hours.
"Thought I was a--b-boy!" choked Billy. "You called me 'he' once in the station--I thought you did; but I wasn't sure--not till Isaw this room. But now I know--I know!" And off she went into another hysterical gale of laughter--Billy's nerves, too, were beginning to respond to the excitement of the last few hours.
As to the three men and the woman, they stood silent, helpless, looking into each other's faces with despairing eyes.
In a moment Billy was on her feet, fluttering about the room, touching this thing, looking at that. Nothing escaped her.
"I'm to fish--and shoot--and fence!" she crowed. "And, oh!--look at those knives! U-ugh! . . . And, my! what are these?" she cried, pouncing on the Indian clubs. "And look at the spiders!
Dear, dear, I AM glad they're dead, anyhow," she shuddered with a nervous laugh that was almost a sob.
Something in Billy's voice stirred Mrs. Hartwell to sudden action.
"Come, come, this will never do," she protested authoritatively, motioning her brothers to leave the room. "Billy is quite tired out, and needs rest. She mustn't talk another bit to-night.""Of c-course not," stammered William. And only too glad of an excuse to withdraw from a very embarrassing situation, the three men called back a faltering good-night, and precipitately fled down-stairs.
