Rose stared at her, round-eyed, from her white nest.

She turned pale.
"What is it ?" she said, tremulously.
"There's no need for you to go and think anything has happened until you read it," Sylvia said.

"You must be calm." "Oh, what is it ?" "A telegram," replied Sylvia, solemnly.

"You must be calm." Rose laughed.

"Oh, Mrs.Wilton and Miss Pamela are forever sending telegrams," she said.