"It must be from mother," he said thoughtfully.
"Very likely—I hope it isn't bad news."
Robert echoed the wish, but did not say a word. He took out his penknife and opened the envelope.
There it was—just a few words, but they puzzled him.
"What is it?" asked Jane, whose curiosity was excited.
Robert read the telegram. It ran thus:
"Gloucester, June 5.
"Shall be at home to-morrow. Prepare for a great surprise.
"Mother."
Robert looked surprised and bewildered.
"What can it mean, Jane, do you think?" he asked.