The little music teacher flushed very red, but she managed to display something that might pass for surprise.
“BILLY!”
“Come, dear,” coaxed Billy, winningly. “Tell me about it. I'm so interested!”
“But there isn't anything to tell—really there isn't.”
“Who is he?”
“He isn't anybody—that is, he doesn't know he's anybody,” amended Marie.
Billy laughed softly.
“Oh, doesn't he! Hasn't he ever shown—that he cared?”
“No; that is—perhaps he has, only I thought then—that it was—another girl.”
“Another girl! So there's another girl in the case?”