Her brother Henry and Maria were with her on the porch.

It was a warm night, and Aunt Maria wore an ancient muslin.

The south wind fluttered the ruffles on that and the yellow telegram as she read.

She was silent a moment, with mouth compressed.
"Well," said her brother Henry, inquiringly.
Aunt Maria's face flushed and paled.

She turned to Maria.
"Well," she said, "you've got a little sister." "Good!" said Uncle Henry.