"Very likely it is only to say somebody will meet me at the Grand Central." Sylvia looked at the girl in amazement, as she coolly opened and read the telegram.

Rose's face changed expression.

She regarded the yellow paper thoughtfully a moment before she spoke.
"If anything has happened, you must be calm," said Sylvia, looking at her anxiously.

"Of course you have lived with those people so many years you have learned to think a good deal of them; that is only natural; but, after all, they ain't your own." Rose laughed again, but in rather a perplexed fashion.

"Nothing has happened," she said--"at least, nothing that you are thinking of--but--" "But what ?" "Why, Mrs.Wilton and Miss Pamela are going to sail for Genoa to-morrow, and that puts an end to my going to New York to them." A great brightness overspread Sylvia's face.