“Thank you. How's the poor head?”
“Better, a little, I think.”
“That's good. Won't you repent and go, too?”
“No—oh, no, indeed!”
“All right, then; good-by. I'm sorry!”
“So'm I. Good-by,” sighed Aunt Hannah, as she hung up the receiver and turned away.
It was after five o'clock when Billy got home, and so hurried were the dressing and the dinner that Aunt Hannah forgot to mention Bertram's telephone call till just as Billy was ready to start for the Greggorys'.
“There! and I forgot,” she confessed. “Bertram called you up just after you left this morning, my dear.”
“Did he?” Billy's face was turned away, but Aunt Hannah did not notice that.
“Yes. Oh, he didn't want anything special,” smiled the lady, “only—well, he did ask if you were all right this morning,” she finished with quiet mischief.