"That's another thing." Billy's face was growing brighter with every moment. "I've said good-by to the chair."
"What do you mean? You can't walk yet?"
"No; but I'm going to have a tricycle that runs with my hands, and I can go wherever I choose. How will you like to have me running away from you?"
"You can't; I'll hang on behind, Billy. A tricycle? How splendid! I believe I envy you more than ever."
"I'll swap my tricycle for your back," he retorted.
"I wish we could take turns. When is it coming?"
"Friday, the letter said."
"All right; I'll make the most of the time till then. After you get it, there'll be no catching a glimpse of you."
Billy laughed, and it seemed to Theodora that his laugh was a little mocking.
"I'll whistle to you, as I go by. Honestly, Ted, it does seem hard to leave you alone, when we've had such great times together."