"I wish we could adopt them," said Rosamond. "We're rich enough."
"Yes; but that is not the only question. You are almost sure to marry."
"I don't know that," said Rosamond, but her face flushed a little.
"And Walter, too, some day."
"Oh, Auntie! Walter! Why he's only eighteen."
"Well, all the same, time goes on, and adopting children often causes complications. Besides, it is not likely that they have no relations."
"Well, we shall see what the next letter says," said Rosamond.
It was not a letter after all, but a telegram, and this was what it said:—
"Found Bertram. Will explain all. Returning to-morrow."
The aunt and niece looked at each other.