One Saturday, as the three girls were sitting working together, Jack, who was spending his half-holiday at home again, said, "Why, here comes the telegraph boy!"
"Run and see who it is for," said Ethel, who had lately shown much more sympathetic interest in Rose, and who began to realise that if Rose obtained what she was so keenly set on, she, as well as others, might miss the cousin who had been so kind and so unselfish an inmate of their home. "Run and see, Jack; and if it is for any of us, bring it here."
Rose looked very white, but did not look up from her work.
"Addressed to Miss Rose Sinclair," said Jack, who soon returned.
Rose took the telegram with trembling fingers, and then tore it open.
It announced the following:—
"Rose Sinclair passed first. Awarded scholarship St. Margaret's for three years."
"Oh, Ethel!" said Rose, "it is too good to be true."
"I knew you would pass," said Jack, "I always said you would, didn't I, now?"
"Well," said Ethel, "we ought to be very glad for your sake."