“Heaven forbid!—I hope not,” cried the man, fervently. “I 'most let it out once, but I think she didn't notice it. You see, we—we were both surprised.”
“Well, I should say!”
“And, Bertram, I can't turn her out—I can't, I tell you. Only fancy my going to her now and saying: 'If you please, Billy, you can't live at my house, after all. I thought you were a boy, you know!' Great Scott! Bert, if she'd once turned those big brown eyes of hers on you as she has on me, you'd see!”
“I'd be delighted, I'm sure,” sung a merry voice across the wires. “Sounds real interesting!”
“Bertram, can't you be serious and help me out?”
“But what CAN we do?”
“I don't know. We'll have to think; but for now, get Kate. Telephone her. Tell her to come right straight over, and that she's got to stay all night.”
“All night!”
“Of course! Billy's got to have a chaperon; hasn't she? Now hurry. We shall be up right away.”
“Kate's got company.”