All at once she heard a familiar step on the stairs.
"It sounds like Rupert," said Grace, half-rising from the bed in her eagerness.
Mrs. Rollins rose and hurried to the door. She reached it just as Rupert opened it and dashed into the room.
"Oh, Rupert!" exclaimed the mother, joyfully. "Then your leg isn't broken?"
"I should say not. I should like to settle with the one that told you so. Tell me all about it, mother."
"So it was a telegraph boy who brought the message?" he said, thoughtfully, after the explanation.
"Yes."
"Let me see the message."
Rupert examined it, but the handwriting was not one that he was familiar with.