bilby

She had dashed into the bushes and to the spot where she had previously seen the roadster belonging to Horatio Bilby parked.

She did so—for a little way at least; but she soon stopped to peer out and watch the man, Bilby.

Mr. Bilby grew even redder in the face than nature seemed to have intended him to be.

In any event she was not willing to accept either Horatio Bilby or his declaration at face value.

She had said so much that she had to explain fully about Bilby, while they sat and watched the speed boat disappear up the river.