“You are certainly quick at learning these stitches, my dear niece,” said her aunt. “I think—I really think that you have learned them even more quickly than I did.”
“I wonder what Aunt Maria would say if she knew about Crow Shay,” thought Mary Frances; but she only smiled, and kept on making single crochet stitches.
“That is all for to-night’s lesson,” said her aunt. “It is nearly your bedtime. I will walk home with you.”
CHAPTER IX A TELEGRAM
THE minute Mary Frances saw her mother she knew that something was wrong, for she looked so white and worried. In her hand was a yellow envelope.