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Billy Neilson was
eighteen years old when the aunt, who had
brought her up from babyhood,
died. Miss Benton's death left Billy quite alone
in the world—alone, and peculiarly forlorn. To
Mr. James Harding, of Harding & Harding, who had
charge of Billy's not inconsiderable property,
the girl poured out her heart in all its
loneliness two days after the funeral.
"You see, Mr. Harding, there isn't any one—not
any one who—cares," she choked.
"Tut, tut, my child, it's not so bad as that,
surely," remonstrated the old man, gently. "Why,
Billy smiled through tear-wet eyes.
"But I can't LIVE with you," she said. .
The sun was slowly setting in the west,
casting golden beams of light into the somber
That's the way it ought to begin, I know, and
I'd like to do it, but I can't. I'm beginning
being born, of course, and Nurse Sarah says the
sun wasn't shining at all. It was night and the
stars were out. She remembers particularly about
the stars, for Father was in the observatory,
and couldn't be disturbed. (We never disturb
Father when he's there, you know.) And so he
even know he had a daughter until the next
morning when he came out to breakfast. And he
late to that, for he stopped to write down
something he had found out about one of the
in the night.
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