Larry trembled all over; his heart tried to throb madly up out of his throat.
At length he spoke.

And all he was able to say was: "Maggie." She whirled about, and telephone and receiver almost fell from her hands.

She went pale, and stared at him, her mouth agape, her dark eyes wide.
"La-Larry!" she whispered.
"Maggie!" he said again.
"La-Larry! I thought you were in Chicago." "I'm here now, Maggie--especially to see you." He did not know it, but his voice was husky.

He noted that she was still holding the telephone and receiver.

"It was I who put in that long-distance call.