THE next morning Mary Frances was awakened early by a ring of the door bell.
“I’ll run down to the door,” called Billy. “I am up and dressed. I wonder who it can be?”
“All right!” called Mary Frances, slipping into her kimono.
“It’s a telegram from mother,” said Billy, coming upstairs.
“Oh, good! Do read it!” Mary Frances could scarcely wait to have it opened.
Will be home Tuesday. Meet the 10 o’clock train. All well.
Mother.