'Will found. All right. Arrange to come home as soon as possible.'
Those, I think, were the words it contained.
'And oh, aunty,' said Kathie, dancing with delight, 'just _fancy_ what papa and mamma will think when they read it. Phil, why don't you look happy? What are you so grave about?'
'I don't mean to be selfish,' she said, 'but--I would so like to go on making my pincushion. You know I've only about ten days more to make it in.'
'Of course you shall, my dear,' said Miss Clotilda. 'Selfish! No indeed, that you are not. And but for you, I do not believe we should ever have found the will at all.'
'I always had a feeling it was in the house,' she said. 'And then my dream was very queer. But it wasn't much good, for it was such a muddle.'
'Dreams generally are,' said Miss Clotilda. 'No, I wasn't thinking of your dream. It was your wishing to make something for your mother in the first place'--
'And our going to Dol-bach and seeing the pincushion there, and our travelling with the farmer, and my seeing the old ones in the cupboard--_that_ came of my not posting the letter to aunty, so that our trunks hadn't come, and aunty had to open the cupboard to get out a night-gown for me--and--and--oh, dear, how strange it seems! Really as if it was a good thing I forgot to post the letter.'
'Don't let that encourage you to think carelessness of any kind "a good thing," my dear Kathie,' she said, 'even though good does sometimes come of ill.'
'And it was a _sort_ of carelessness that caused all the trouble, you see. If the old lady--old Mrs. Wynne--had only looked at the paper before she put it in the envelope, there wouldn't have been any, would there?' said Philippa, in her little prim way.
'Poor Mrs. Wynne!' said Miss Clotilda. 'She would have been the last to wish to cause any of us any trouble.'
'Well, all's well that ends well, aunty,' said Neville cheerily. 'We have nothing but nice and jolly things to think of now. Do let us talk about how soon papa and mamma can possibly get home.'
'All's well that ends well,' as Neville said, and what is more, when 'all is well,' there is very little to tell about it. Sooner almost than could have been hoped for came a telegram in reply from Captain Powys, announcing the date at which he and the children's mother and little sister might be expected.