Again the girls applauded, and Mrs. Hall cried:
“Look at Saxon! She blushing! What have you to say for yourself?”
“That no woman could be happier,” she stammered, “and no queen as proud. And that—”
She completed the thought by strumming on the ukulele and singing:
“De Lawd move in er mischievous way His blunders to perform.”
“I give you best,” Hall grinned to Billy.
“Oh, I don't know,” Billy disclaimed modestly. “You've read so much I guess you know more about everything than I do.”
“Oh! Oh!” “Traitor!” “Taking it all back!” the girls cried variously.
Billy took heart of courage, reassured them with a slow smile, and said:
“Just the same I'd sooner be myself than have book indigestion. An' as for Saxon, why, one kiss of her lips is worth more'n all the libraries in the world.”