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"Thanks, so much," said Joe, tearing open the pale yellow cover. She was
startled, not being accustomed to receive telegrams. Her brow contracted
as she read the contents, and she tapped her small foot on the carpet
impatiently.
THORN, care Schenectady,
Beacon, Boston.
Sailed to-day.
RONALD.
Josephine crushed the paper in her hand and signed the receipt with the
pencil Vancouver offered her.
"Thanks, so much," she said again, but in a different tone of voice.
"Any answer?" suggested Vancouver.
"Thanks, no," answered Joe. "Good-night again."
"Good-night." And Vancouver departed, wondering what the message could
have been.
Miss Schenectady had looked on calmly throughout the little scene, and
nodded to Pocock as he left the room; her peculiarities were chiefly those
of diction; she was a well-bred old lady, not without wisdom.
"Nothing wrong, Joe?" she inquired, when alone with her niece.
"I hardly know," answered Joe. "Ronald has just sailed from England.


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