He knew that she was brave and would respond, but waiting only a moment or two he threw a second handful fully and fairly against the glass.
The lower half of the window was thrown open and a head appeared, where the moonlight fell clearly upon it.

It was the head of a beautiful woman, framed in thick, silken yellow hair, the eyes deep blue, and the skin of the wonderful fairness so often found in that state.

The face was that of a woman about thirty-seven or eight years of age, and without a wrinkle or flaw.
"Mother!" called Dick in a low voice as he stepped from the shadow of the pillar.
There was a cry and the face disappeared like a flash from the window.
But he had only a few moments to wait.

Her swift feet brought her from the room, down the stairway, and along the hall to the door, which she threw open.

The next instant Mrs.Mason had her son in her arms.
"Oh, Dick, Dicky, boy, how did you come!" she exclaimed.