"Why not?" asked Mrs. Codman.
"Oh, I feel so restless."
"That isn't very unusual, is it?" asked her governess, with a smile.
"I feel more so than usual. Something is going to happen, I know."
"Something does happen every day, doesn't there?"
"Well, you know what I mean; something out of the way. I shouldn't wonder if Charlie got home to-day."
"Heaven grant he may!" exclaimed his mother, fervently.
By a strange coincidence—and coincidences do sometimes happen in real life, though not quite so often, perhaps, as in stories,—Mrs. Codman had hardly given utterance to her wish when the bell rang.
Bert jumped from her seat.