“Yes—and the 'Talk to Young Wives.'”
“The w-what?”
Billy choked a little. She had forgotten that Bertram did not know about the “Talk to Young Wives.” She wished that she had not mentioned the book, but now that she had, she would make the best of it. She drew herself up with dignity.
“It's a book; a very nice book. It says lots of things—that have come true.”
“Where is that book? Let me see it, please.”
With visible reluctance Billy got down from her perch on Bertram's knee, went to her desk and brought back the book.
Bertram regarded it frowningly, so frowningly that Billy hastened to its defense.
“And it's true—what it says in there, and what Aunt Hannah and Kate said. It is different when they're hungry! You said yourself if I'd tend to my husband and my home a little more, and—”
Bertram looked up with unfeigned amazement.
“I said what?” he demanded.