There was a knock at the outer door.
She rose to open it, but, before she could reach it, it flew open, and her boy, taller and handsomer than ever, was in her arms.
“Oh, Herbert!”
It was all she could say, but the tone was full of joy.
“How I have missed you!”
“We will be together now, mother.”
“I hope so, Herbert. Perhaps you can find something to do in Wayneboro, and even if it doesn't pay as well—”
“Mother,” interrupted Herbert, laughing, “is that the way to speak to a rich boy like me?”
“Rich?”
“Yes, mother, I bring home twelve thousand dollars.”