he cottage, finding that it was a very happy one, and that
she had never known want, although Mrs. Crawford was unable to work as
she once had done, and was largely dependent upon the price for Jerry's
board, which Frank paid regularly. Of this, however, Jerry did not
speak. She only said:

'Harold works in the furnace, and in folks' gardens, and does lots of
things for everybody, and once Bill Peterkin twitted him because he goes
to Mrs. Baker's sometimes after stuff for the pig, and Harold cried, and
I got up early the next morning and went after it myself and drew the
cart home. After that grandma wouldn't let Harold go for any more, so I
s'pose the pig will not weigh as much, I'm sorry, for I like sausage,
don't you?'

Arthur hated it, but he did not tell her so, and she went on.

'Harold studies awful hard, and wants to go to college. He is trying to
learn Latin and recites to Dick St. Claire; but grandma says it is
up-hill business. Oh, if I's only rich I'd give it all to Harold, and he
should get learning like Dick. Maybe I can work some time and earn some
money. I wish I could.'

Arthur did not speak for a long time, but sat looking at the child whose
face now wore an old and troubled look. In his mind he was revolving a
plan which, with, his usual precipitancy, he resolved to carry into
effect at once. But he said nothing of it to Jerry, whose attention was
diverted by the entrance of Charles and the preparations for luncheon,
which on the little girl's account, was served with more care than
usual.

Jerry, who had a great liking for everything luxurious, had taken tea
once or twice at Grassy Spring with Nina St. Claire, and had been
greatly impressed with the appointments of the table, prizing them more
even than the dainties for her to eat. But what she had seen there
seemed as nothing compared to this round Swiss table, with its colored
glass and rare china, no two pieces of which were alike.

'Oh, it is just like a dream!' she cried, as she watched Charles'
movement and saw that there were two places laid.

'Am I to sit down with you?' she said in an awe-struck voice, 'and in
that lovely chair? I am glad I wore my best gown. It won't dirty the
chair a bit.'

But she took her pocket handkerchief and covered over the satin cushion
before she dared seat herself in the chair, which had once been brought
out for Gretchen, and in which she now sat down, dropping her head and
shutting her eyes a moment T