So you see
he is not a bit grateful for the interesting things I told Maria.
I will now tell what happened. It began the day Billy heard the station
agent at Whitman read Aunt Elizabeth's telegram to Harry Goward. The
telegram had a lot of silly letters and words in it, so Billy didn't
know what it meant, and, of course, he didn't care. The careless child
would have forgotten all about it if I hadn't happened to meet him at
Lorraine's after he got back from Whitman. He is always going to
Lorraine's for some of Sallie's cookies--she makes perfectly delicious
ones, round and fat and crumbly, with currants on the top. Billy had
taken so many that his pockets bulged out on the sides, and his mouth
was so full he only nodded when he saw me. So, of course, I stopped to
tell him how vulgar that was, and piggish, and to see if he had left
any for me, and he was so anxious to divert my mind that as soon as he
could speak he began to talk about seeing Aunt Elizabeth over in
Whitman. That interested me, so I got the whole thing out of him, and
the very minute he had finished telling it I made him go straight and
tell Peggy. I told him to do it delicately, and not yell it out. I
thought it would cheer and comfort Peggy to know that some one was
doing something, instead of standing around and looking solemn, but,
alas! it did not, and Billy told me with his own lips that it was
simply awful to see Peggy's face.
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