Her own hands were trembling with apprehension, yet she managed to tear open the envelope and draw out the fateful message.

There was the crackling sound of unfolding paper, then Grace cried out in joyful tones: "Anne, you never can guess! It is too good to be true!" Anne sprang to her feet, and darting to where Grace stood, the open telegram in her hands, peered over her shoulder.

A moment later she and Grace joined hands and performed a joyful dance about the room.
"What on earth is the cause of all this jubilation ?" queried Miriam's voice from the doorway.

"I knocked, but no one paid any attention to me.
It sounded from the outside as though you might be engaged in deadly conflict, so I decided to interfere." The dance ceased and Grace thrust the telegram, which she still held, into Miram's hands.

"Read it," she commanded.
"Will arrive in Overton 5:30.