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Grayson, cowering like a frightened child, left the room. Beulah fell on her knees, and, crossing her arms on the table, bowed her head; now and then broken, wailing tones passed the white lips. Dr. Hartwell stood in a recess of the window, with folded arms and tightly compressed mouth, watching the young mourner.
The Hartwell Journal du Siége says: "II fut décidé qu'on ne laisseroit dans la place que 1,200 hommes, et que tout le reste marcheroit au camp, où l'on comptoit se trouver plus de 15,000 hommes, y compris les sauvages."
Hartwell looked blank. "Whatever in the world do you mean, Billy?" she demanded fretfully, as she followed her hostess from the car. "I declare! aren't you ever going to grow beyond making those absurd remarks of yours?" "Maybe sometime," laughed Billy, as she took little Kate's hand and led the way up the steps. Luncheon in the cozy dining-room at Hillside that day was not entirely a success.
"I'm to fish and shoot and fence!" she crowed. "And, oh! look at those knives! U-ugh!... And, my! what are these?" she cried, pouncing on the Indian clubs. "And look at the spiders! Dear, dear, I AM glad they're dead, anyhow," she shuddered with a nervous laugh that was almost a sob. Something in Billy's voice stirred Mrs. Hartwell to sudden action.
Hartwell's was to be graduated from Harvard, and Kate said they had come on to represent the family, as the elder Mr. and Mrs. Hartwell were not strong enough to undertake the journey. Kate was looking well and happy. She greeted Billy with effusive cordiality, and openly expressed her admiration of Hillside.
For a time Billy tossed about on her bed trying to close her eyes to the vision and her ears to the echo. Then, finding that neither was possible, she set herself earnestly to thinking the matter out. William loved her. Extraordinary as it seemed, such was the fact; Mrs. Hartwell said so. And now what must she do; what could she do? She loved no one of that she was very sure.
Young Hartwell proved to be a good speaker, and his ringing voice reached even the topmost tier of seats. Billy was charmed and interested.
Hartwell at parting that little Kate was almost as nice as Spunk which remark, oddly enough, did not appear to please Mrs. Hartwell to the extent that Billy thought that it would. At the Beacon Street house Billy was presented at once to Mrs. Stetson. "And you are to call me 'Aunt Hannah, my dear," said the little woman, graciously, "just as the boys do."
Hartwell's old home in Vermont, stopped over in Boston for a two days' visit. She made her headquarters at Cyril's home, but very naturally she went, without much delay, to pay her respects to Bertram, Jr. "Mr. Hartwell's brother isn't well," she explained to Billy, after the greetings were over. "You know he's the only one left there, since Mother and Father Hartwell came West.
He told me that he had sent to Hartwell several drafts of proclamations, with none of which, he said, the King was satisfied. On allowing me the copy of the last of these drafts I frankly told him that I was quite of the King's opinion as to its unfitness.
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