E our guests came. She held a letter in her hand. "Coffee, Bee?" I asked. "No, thank you. I had mine in bed." She wrinkled her brow in perplexity. "I don't know what to do about it," she murmured. "About what?" "Billy. He wants to see me so much, mother writes. She thinks I ought to come home immediately." "Let's see," I said. "It's only eight months since you saw your child. Isn't mother rather absurd?" Bee lifted her eyes. "Don't be nasty," she said. "You learned that tone from Aubrey." Aubrey smiled pleasantly at our guest. "I didn't!" I said, warmly. "I used to be quite nasty at times before I was married." Bee showed her little white teeth in a smile. "I'm glad to hear you admit it," she said, sweetly. "If you would like to see Billy so much," said Aubrey, politely, "why not bring him on here?" "Could you?" I cried, in delight. To think of having Billy! The lamb had never been in the country in his life, and he was wild over my letters about Peach Orchard. "I can arrange it, if you like," Aubrey went on--mostly to me, for Billy's mother was silently thinking. "Do have him, Bee!" I cried. "I won't let him get in your way. He needn't even sleep in your room. I'll have Norah put up a cot in the alcove of the rose room. She can sleep there, and dress him and everything. You won't be annoyed the least bit." "Well," said Bee, with graceful reluctance, "if you are sure he won't be in your way, and if Aubrey's cousin will bring him, I see no reason why he mightn't come." I almost squealed in my delight. It would certainly be worth while to see the child's eyes when he first saw the calves and little chickens. I left both Aubrey and Bee at the table while I rushed up-stairs to see if the rose room would be just right for him. I made Aubrey promise to arrange everything by telegraph. Norah loved children, and entered into my plans with delight. Then I flew out to interview old Amos. He had told me only a few days before that the boys on the estate next ours wanted to sell their goats and goat carriages. The days passed rapidly in preparations, but of all my guests, titled or otherwise, it was Billy--my Billy--I wanted to see worst. In two days I got a letter. "Dear Miss Tats," it ran, "I only write to say that I shall be glad to come. If I had not written
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