Jessie looked puzzled. Certainly her friend did not look like a person out of her mind; but still the news seemed too wonderful to be true.
"Let me come in with you until Minnie comes back," she said, after a pause, for Mrs. Tate had remarked that she ought not to be left alone. "I should like to see the letter they sent to tell you Fanny was getting better," added Jessie.
"Yes, I might have shown it to you before I sent it away; but I have sent it to Brown now. I wish I could go and tell him myself; but he will get a telegram quicker, and the letter will reach him to-night, they say."
Jessie walked home with Mrs. Brown, and very soon Minnie came in, and Jessie at once asked if she had seen the letter from the hospital.
"Oh yes, I saw it. You need not think it is all a dream," answered Minnie.
Jessie had never seen quiet, steady Minnie so excited.
"Now, mother, we have posted the letter to Fanny, and you have sent to let father know about it. Now let me go and tell Eliza up at the Vicarage, for you know how she has grieved about poor Fanny."
"I will stay and help you, or help Minnie," said Jessie, who felt she must do something to help in spreading the joyful news.
Mrs. Brown considered the matter for a minute, and then she said—
"I think I would rather go to the Vicarage myself, Minnie; but you may go to the school and tell Miss Martin and Selina. I dare say the child is wondering what news the letter she was so afraid of has brought to us; and you ought to go at once. Now, Jessie, will you wash up the breakfast things for us? I have stripped the beds, and Minnie can help me make them when I come back from the Vicarage; but I do not feel as though I could stay in the house until I have told all the friends, who were so kind to us in our trouble, that it is all over now, and God has kept our child in life all this time when we thought she was dead."