“You're going to have a Mary Jane here? Do you mean that Rosa's going away?”
“Mercy! I hope not,” shuddered Billy. “You don't find a Rosa in every kitchen—and never in employment agencies! My Mary Jane is a niece of Aunt Hannah's,—or rather, a cousin. She's coming to Boston to study music, and I've invited her here. We've asked her for a month, though I presume we shall keep her right along.”
Bertram frowned.
“Well, of course, that's very nice for—Mary Jane,” he sighed with meaning emphasis.
Billy laughed.
“Don't worry, dear. She won't bother us any.”
“Oh, yes, she will,” sighed Bertram. “She'll be 'round—lots; you see if she isn't. Billy, I think sometimes you're almost too kind—to other folks.”
“Never!” laughed Billy. “Besides, what would you have me do when a lonesome young girl was coming to Boston? Anyhow, you're not the one to talk, young man. I've known you to take in a lonesome girl and give her a home,” she flashed merrily.
Bertram chuckled.
“Jove! What a time that was!” he exclaimed, regarding his companion with fond eyes. “And Spunk, too! Is she going to bring a Spunk?”