“I’m goin’ to the door,” said she raspingly. “The bell’s ringin’.”
After a minute or two she came back.
“Telegram!” she announced, handing the yellow envelope over.
Aunt Mary put on her glasses, opened it, and read:
Cook has blood poison. Sues for a thousand. Probable amputation.
STEBBINS.
Aunt Mary dropped the paper with a gasp.
Lucinda looked at her with interest.
“It’s that same arm again,” said Aunt Mary, “just as I thought it was settled for!” Her eyes seemed to fairly crackle with indignation. “Why don’t she put it in a sling an’ have a little patience?”
Lucinda took the telegram and read it.