to say, instead of that long prayer,' and he nodded back
that he did so understand it.

Arthur enjoyed the supper immensely, or pretended that he did. He ate
three slices of bread and butter; he drank three cups of tea; he even
tried the beans and the beets, but declined the radishes, which, he
said, would give him the nightmare.

When supper was over and the table cleared away, he still showed no
signs of going, but asking Mrs. Crawford to take a seat near him, he
plunged at once into the business which had brought him there, and
which, since he had seen Harold in his working-dress and heard what he
was trying to do, had grown to be of a two-fold nature. He was very
lonely, he said, and all the elegance and luxuriousness of his handsome
house failed to give him pleasure or to make him forget the past. He
wanted some one to love who would love him in return, and the little
taste he had had of Jerry's society had made him wish for more, and he
must have her with him a part at least of every day.

'In short,' he said, 'I should like to undertake her education myself
until she is older, when I shall see that she has the proper finishing.
She tells me she hates the district school, with Bill Peterkin and his
warts--'

'Trying to kiss me,' Jerry interrupted, as open-eyed and open-mouthed,
she stood, with her hand on his shoulder, listening to him.

'Yes, trying to kiss you, though I do not blame him much for that,'
Arthur said, with a smile, and then continued: 'She is ambitious enough
to want a governess like Ann Eliza Peterkin and my brother's daughter,
but I am better than a dozen governesses. I can teach her all the
rudiments of an English education, with French and German, and Latin,
too, if she likes; and my plan is, that she come to me every day except
Saturdays and Sundays--come at ten in the morning, get her lessons and
her lunch with me, and return home at four in the afternoon. Would you
like it, Cherry?'

'Oh-h-oh!' was all the answer Jerry could make for a moment, but her
cheeks were scarlet, and tears of joy stood in her eyes, until she
glanced at Harold; then all the brightness faded from her face, for how
could she accept this great good and leave him to drudge and toil alone?

'What is it, Cherry?' Mr. Tracy asked; and, with a half sob, she
replied:

'I can't go without Harold. If I get learning, he must get learning,
too,' and leaving Arthur, the crossed over to the boy, and putting her
arm around