“Do what?” Uncle William was plainly fencing for time.
“Leave the house like that?”
“Ho! I wanted a change.”
“As if we'd believe that!” scoffed Billy.
“All right; let's call it you've had the change, then,” laughed Bertram, “and we'll send over for your things to-morrow. Come—now let's go home to dinner.”
William shook his head. He essayed a gay smile.
“Why, I've only just begun. I'm going to stay—oh, I don't know how long I'm going to stay,” he finished blithely.
Billy lifted her chin a little.
“Uncle William, you aren't playing square. Pete told us what you said when you left.”
“Eh? What?” William looked up with startled eyes.