"You did? Well of all the world! I can't see why."
"Oh something told me! I just FELT that way."
"More of that Fairy nonsense?" asked father sharply.
"No. I didn't get that from the Fairies."
"Well, never mind!" said Shelley, rising, because she saw that I had told all I wanted to. "Little Sister DID tell me this morning that he was coming, that everything would be made right, and it's the queerest thing, but instantly I believed her. Didn't I sing all morning, mother? The first note since Robert didn't come when I expected him in Chicago, weeks ago."
"Yes," said mother. "That's a wonderfully strange thing. I can't see what made you think so."
"Anyway, I did!" I said. "Now let's go have dinner. I'm starving."
I caught May's hand, and ran to get away from them. Father and mother walked one on each side of Shelley, while with both hands she held her letters before her. When we reached the house we just talked about them all the time. Pretty soon the boys were back, and then they told about sending the telegram. Leon vowed he gave the operator a dime extra to start that message with a shove, so it would go faster.
"It will go all right," said Laddie, "and how it will go won't be a circumstance to the way he'll come. If there's anything we ought to do, before he gets here, we should hustle. Chicago isn't a thousand miles away. That message can reach him by two o'clock, it's probable he has got ready while he was waiting, so he will start on the first train our way. He could reach Groveville on the ten, to-morrow. We better meet it."
"Yes, we'll meet it," said mother. "Is the carriage perfectly clean?"