"If my ears do not deceive me, I think I heard the doorbell.

Perhaps it is the expressman." "I hope it is." Hastily dropping her embroidery to the rustic bench on which she was seated, Grace rose and set off in a hurry toward the not-far-distant house.

It was several minutes before she returned, her radiant face registered the news that the long-looked-for express package had materialized.
"At last!" was her jubilant cry when half way across the lawn.

"No more work for me until after luncheon.

Come up to the house, both of you.