"Poor man!" exclaimed Grace. "I wish I could go and see him."
"I'm afraid they wouldn't let you," said the reporter. "I called up the place just before I came here and they said the man was still under the influence of ether, though the operation was over."
"Was it a success?"
"They think so, but it will be some time before he will be able to talk to anyone about your father. We shall have to be patient."
"It is so hard," complained Grace, and Larry agreed with her. He did not yet see how he was going to get a story for the next day's paper—
that is, a story which would have some fresh features in it.
"I don't suppose you have anything new to tell me?" he asked of Grace.
"Not much. I have had another letter from my father. It came a little while ago."
"Is it the same as the others?"
"The contents are, but the envelope is different. He says he will soon be home, and tells us not to worry."