“Oh, cheer up, Jo,” Peggy finally begged. “You’re going to get good news tomorrow, I feel it in my bones.”
“I hope your bones’re trustworthy,” Jo Ann returned; “but I have my doubts about their power to prophesy.”
On the morning of the fourth day Jo Ann woke in a more cheerful mood. “I believe we’re going to hear from Mr. Andrews today,” she told the girls.
Peggy smiled. “Your bones must be getting prophetic, too.”
When José appeared at noon with a letter from Mr. Andrews, Peggy and Florence were quite as excited as Jo Ann.
“Hurry up!” Peggy implored, as Jo Ann began to open it.
“Read it out loud—hurry!” urged Florence.
In another moment Jo Ann had unfolded the letter. “Why, it has only three lines in it! It just says, ‘All is well. Am bringing your car Saturday afternoon to San Geronimo. Hope to get there by four o’clock.’”
Jo Ann’s face was beaming by this time. “Just think! He’s all right—and so’s Jitters!”
“Gr-and!” chimed in Peggy, catching Jo Ann and Florence by the hands and circling about in lively dancing steps.