Just then came a ring at the doorbell, sharp and sudden.
“What is going to happen?” cried Polly, her face like a rose. “Everything has been beautiful to-day; and now I just know something perfectly lovely is coming to finish off with.”
“A telegram, sir.” Johnson held out a long yellow envelope to Mr. King.
“It's for Mrs. Fisher,” said the old gentleman.
So the yellow envelope went down the table-length, the color going out of Polly's cheek; and she didn't dare to look at Mamsie's eyes.
“Oh—the boys!” gasped Polly. “Jasper, do you suppose?”—What, she didn't finish; for Mother Fisher just then cried out, and passed the yellow sheet to the little doctor. “Read it aloud,” was all she said. But how her black eyes shone!
“David took first prize classics. I'm picking up a bit. Joel Pepper.”
THE END.
Transcriber's Note: Page 115, last paragraph. Added the word “it”.
“and bring up to my house” “and bring it up to my house”