"No, Edward, that is the way he went and I shall wait for him here."
A boy on a bicycle rode up to the house.
"Telegram for Mr. Hamilton," he called, as he jumped from his wheel.
"Quick, Edward, it may be news from Harry," said Mrs. Hamilton, rising eagerly as her husband took the yellow envelope from the boy and broke the seal hastily.
"The Mariella is bound in," he almost shouted, as he passed the paper to his wife. She took it in her trembling hands and read:
Edward Hamilton,
Cliff Cottage,
Cottage City, Mass.
Tramp steamer Mariella just reported passing in. Bound for Boston.
William Coffin, Nantucket.
Mrs. Hamilton sank back into her chair, an expression of eager hope lighting up her wan face.
"Do you suppose that Harry is on board, Edward? Can it be that he is coming home at last?"