"Thank God!" He whispered. "Thank God!"
He got to his feet then.
The girl rose from her chair and clung to him.
"I've never seen you like this, Billy."
"Listen, Gina;" his voice was low. "When you go upstairs to take off your things, pack my grip, little sister. I'm going away."
"Away, Billy?"
"Yes, Gina."
"But where, Billy?"
"To a place where I've wanted to go for a very long—long time, little sister."
"But, Billy—"