She crumpled it up and threw it at Denis.
Sheila Pat picked it up and studied it.
"April 1," she read thoughtfully. She smoothed the paper out with a tender little hand, then folded it carefully, carried it to her room, and locked it in the box where she kept such treasures as she had brought to London with her. They were in the hall a little later, Denis had just gone, when there was another loud double knock at the door. Sarah came running, but Nell was before her. She opened the door; a telegraph boy stood on the step. She took the telegram from him. "For you this time, Sheila Pat!"
Sheila Pat took it. She looked at it.
"And 'er so little!" Sarah murmured from the background.
"Molly," said the Atom, "wouldn't you like to open it?"
"No, thank you!"
"I know it's from that Ted!" opined Nell. "Open it, Atom. The boy's waiting to know if there's an answer!"
From the dining room issued Miss Kezia.
"A telegram? And for you, Sheila? Why do you not open it?"