“My! I’m glad to see you, honey! How’d you happen to come? How’d you find me?” “Grandma’s sick,” said Sandy. “She’s awful sick and Aunt Tempy sent you this note.” The girl opened the letter. It read: Your mother is not expected to live. You better come to see her since she has asked for you. Tempy. “O! . . . Wait a minute,” said Harriett softly. “I’ll hurry.”
