Weary and disheartened, she went home and toiled up the stairs to her own room.
"Where have you been, mother?" asked Grace, anxiously, "and what did you go out for?"
Mrs. Rollins sank into a chair, and could not answer at first for very weariness.
"What message did the telegraph boy bring you, mother?"
"What do you know about the telegraph boy, Grace? Were you awake when I went out?"
"No, mother. Mrs. Marlow told me."
"She told you about a telegraph boy calling on me?"
"Yes. I waked up and saw her in the room. She said you had gone out, and she thought the telegraph boy had brought you bad news."
"So he did, Grace," said the widow, and she burst into tears.