His words had a new ring, and his mother was wise enough to respect the young independence in them. “What brought you to this decision, Billy?”,
Billy laughed. “Mixed again, mamma. This is Vilette,” he drew one bashful little girl nearer the stranger, “and this is Evelyn, Echo, we call her.”,
Her anxiety somewhat allayed for the moment, Mrs. Mifsud roused herself for the entertainment of her guests..
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