And yet within a few minutes she received another shock. It came through Gussie, who ran to meet them at the door.
"For mercy's sake, Jen, what's all this about?"
She fluttered a yellow envelope, on which the address was typewritten.
Mrs. Bradley Collingham, Jr.
Care Mrs. Follett
11 Indiana Avenue
Pemberton Heights, N. J.
"I told the boy it didn't belong here—" Gussie was beginning to explain when Gladys interrupted.
"Yes, it does. Read that."
Gussie read and read again.
"Well, of all—" She stopped only because she lacked the words with which to continue.
In the meanwhile Jennie had opened her telegram and read:
Have asked father to engage best counsel in New York to defend boy. Sailing to-morrow on Venezuela, and will take all responsibilities off your hands. Placed two thousand dollars to your account at Pemberton National Bank. See manager. Devoted love. Your husband, Bob.