I thought the night would never end.

But it did; and then 'joy came in the morning' as the Bible says.

Only it didn't come exactly in the morning but well along in the afternoon.

The telephone rang and I answered it.

It was old Mrs.Grant speaking from Charlottetown, and her news was that it was all a mistake--Robert wasn't killed at all; he had only been slightly wounded in the arm and was safe in the hospital out of harm's way for a time anyhow.