“No epidemics or accidents in your letter, either! I heard you purr.”
CHAPTER V
It’s from Jack—our Jack—and he is coming home!” Mrs. Lee’s deeply set, dark eyes were shining, her cheeks flushed; her voice, keen-toned with happiness, denied her three score and ten years.
“Oh, I hardly dared to believe it when he wrote months ago that he would come! But he did mean it—the dear, dear lad. Listen: ‘I will walk in upon you on the morning of the fifteenth.’ The fifteenth? why, that will be to-morrow! To-morrow morning! Oh, think of it, Mrs. Mearely! I, too, am to have my ‘wonderful day’; and it is to be to-morrow!”
“Who is coming to-morrow? It should be a remarkable person indeed to inspire all this joy.”
“Oh, he is! But you shall see for yourself. It is Jack Falcon.”
“And who is Jack Falcon? His hawk-like name makes me none the wiser!” Rosamond laughed in asking.
“Oh, you will not recall him at all. You must have been a small child when he went away. Oh, dear, I am so excited! To-morrow morning! Come in with me, dear friend, and do help advise me what preparations to make. And let me chatter, too; for, really, if I cannot let out some of this exhilaration in words, I fear I shall just puff and puff and go up like a balloon.”