"Billy. He wants to see me so much, mother writes. She thinks I ought to come home immediately."
"Let's see," I said. "It's only eight months since you saw your child.
Isn't mother rather absurd?"
Bee lifted her eyes.
"Don't be nasty," she said. "You learned that tone from Aubrey."
Aubrey smiled pleasantly at our guest.
"I didn't!" I said, warmly. "I used to be quite nasty at times before
I was married."
Bee showed her little white teeth in a smile.
"I'm glad to hear you admit it," she said, sweetly.
"If you would like to see Billy so much," said Aubrey, politely, "why not bring him on here?"
"Could you?" I cried, in delight. To think of having Billy! The lamb had never been in the country in his life, and he was wild over my letters about Peach Orchard.