"Oh, what do you think!" he cried.

"They said that I might be the one to tell you.

She _is_ Uncle Martin's sister, the old woman you told about yesterday, and he is going to bring her home to-morrow." Joyce sank into a chair with a little gasp at the suddenness of his news.

She had not expected this beautiful ending of her day-dreams to be brought about so soon, although she had hoped that it would be sometime.
"How did it all happen ?" she cried, with a beaming face.

"Tell me about it! Quick!" "Yesterday afternoon madame came over soon after you left.