Miss Billy had sunk back against the bed, overpowered by the assault of praises. "'I was never so bethumped with words,'" she quoted. "I'm not accustomed to such flattery." "Well, don't be so painfully modest, then. There's no sense in concealing things from me, Miss Billy. Other people will tell me if you don't. Papa and mamma wrote me the whole history of your triumphs two months ago,--the people on Cherry Street openly dote and gloat over you, and as for '_Miss_ Francis Lindsay'--if it were any one else but you I should be devoured with jealousy!" "Mr. Lindsay has been of great help to me," said Miss Billy simply. Her face was very happy. Up to the present time she had felt that the work had been its own reward, but it was very sweet to have it appreciated by others. "He _is_ a nice fellow," said Margaret. "Simple and manly, I mean, and without the conceit that usually goes with those boys of brain and brawn, who have led their class and been captain of the college football team. Of course, Miss Billy, I'm perfectly willing that he should help you with your civic improvement work, but don't ever fail to remember that I saw him first!" "I won't forget," laughed Miss Billy. "But you must take care, Margaret. Marie Jean, according to Mrs. Canary, has a 'manner that's tinged with romantickism towards Mr. Francis.' However, as long as he is willing to help me in the Cherry Street work, I suppose you will permit me to use him. A boy can do more than a girl in many ways, and since Theodore has gone to work I often feel the need of a masculine hand." "I suppose he comes in handily in chastising the Canary birds? How you must miss Ted during the whole day? You have always been together so much." "I do miss him," responded Miss Billy soberly. Ted's hard lot had not yet ceased to leave a sore spot in his sister's heart. "Still I do admire him for sticking to his work." "Do you know that he has changed much in the last six months?" inquired Margaret. "Of course he has grown much taller, but that isn't all. He seems so much older and more sedate. He laughs and jokes, but the old happy-go-lucky boy is gone. The change is delightful, but I do confess I miss the old teasing Ted." Miss Billy looked a little anxious. "Yes, I know it," she said. "I have noticed it myself recently, and I've worried over it a little." "Never let yourself be worried, Or hurried, or flurried," sang Margaret. "I'm not worrying or flurrying," retorted Miss Billy. "And as for hurrying"--she held up the new gloves as she spoke-- "Time kid and I were home Half an hour ago.