“Afraid!” exclaimed Billy. “What’s there to be scared of? You know it’s Katie, most likely.”
But Mary Frances noticed that he kept the toe of his shoe against the door, and opened it only a little way.
“Is it you, Katie?” he asked.
“It sure is,” answered Katie. “That is, it’s meself if I know meself.”
“Oh, come in, come on in, Katie,” cried Mary Frances; and with tears running down her cheeks, she told Katie the whole story.
“Poor little girl!” said Katie, holding her in her arms. “Don’t you worry. We’ll probably hear good news from your mother in the morning. Come now, let’s all go to bed.”
Katie was right. The morning brought another telegram. It said: