Aunt Hannah shook her head mournfully.
“I like to think—she wants me, William, but I know, in my heart, it isn't best.”
“Why not?”
There was a moment's pause; then, decisively came the answer.
“Because I think young married folks should not have outsiders in the home.”
William laughed relievedly.
“Oh, so that's it! Well, Aunt Hannah, you're no outsider. Come, run right along home and pack your trunk.”
Aunt Hannah was plainly almost crying; but she held her ground.
“William, I can't,” she reiterated.
“But—Billy is such a child, and—”