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"Oh, you might as well get used to it, Bertram," bantered Aunt Hannah, "for there'll be a good many 'agains, I fancy." "Why, Aunt Hannah, what do you mean?" Bertram's voice was not quite pleased. "Oh, she'll tell you. It's only that the Greggorys have turned out to be old friends of Mr. Arkwright's." "Friends of Arkwright's!" Bertram's voice was decidedly displeased now.
A little couple from South Boston, to whom Billy had given a two weeks' outing the summer before, had moved into town and taken a flat in the South End. They had two extra rooms which they had told Billy they would like to let for light house-keeping, if only they knew just the right people to take into such close quarters with themselves. Billy at once thought of the Greggorys, and spoke of them.
At the same time, deep within his fearful soul was the consciousness that Arkwright, the Greggorys, and the operetta were but Music Music, the spectre that from the first had dogged his footsteps. With Billy's behavior toward himself, Bertram could find no fault. She was always her sweet, loyal, lovable self, eager to hear of his work, earnestly solicitous that it should be a success.
He, too, would be quite satisfied not to hear the word "operetta" for a year. Operetta, to Bertram, meant interruptions, interferences, and the constant presence of Arkwright, the Greggorys, and innumerable creatures who wished to rehearse or to change wigs all of which Bertram abhorred. No wonder, therefore, that he smiled, and that the frown disappeared from his brow.
He was lying broadly and unhappily awake Bertram very frequently lay broadly and unhappily awake these days or rather nights. He told himself, on these occasions, that it was perfectly natural indeed it was! that Billy should be with Arkwright and his friends, the Greggorys, so much. There were the new songs, and the operetta with its rehearsals as a cause for it all.
"You can't get the Greggorys to to use any of that happiness, Billy. They're too proud." Billy smiled radiantly. "I know I can't get them to use it, Aunt Hannah, but I believe I can get them to give it," she declared triumphantly. "I shall ask Alice Greggory to teach Tommy music, and I shall ask Mrs.
He's at a neighbor's now, but they're going to send him to a Home for Crippled Children; and he's grieving his heart out over it. I'm going to bring him here to a real home the kind that doesn't begin with a capital letter. He adores music, and he's got real talent, I think. Then there's the Greggorys." Aunt Hannah looked dubious.
How can she get about so on those two wretched little sticks? She's a perfect marvel to me." "She is to me, too," sighed Billy, as she hurried from the room. Billy was, indeed, in a hurry. To herself she said she wanted to get away away! And she got away as soon as she could. She had her plans all made. She would go first to the Greggorys' and invite them to attend the opera with her that evening.
The shades were to be drawn and the candles lighted, however, so that there might be no loss of effect. In the evening the tree was to be once more loaded with fascinating packages and candy-bags, and this time the Greggorys, Tommy Dunn, and all the rest from the Annex were to have the fun all over again. From garret to basement the Strata was aflame with holly, and aglitter with tinsel.
Billy knew by the way the man spoke that, for some reason, he did not wish to prolong the subject of his meeting the Greggorys. She made a quick shift, therefore, to another phase of the matter. "But tell me, please, before you go, how did those rumors come out about Judge Greggory's honesty, I mean?" "Why, I never knew, exactly," frowned Arkwright, musingly.
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