‘My hair curls and yours don’t.’

‘No,’ Maude answered, slowly—­’no it don’t curl, but it’s black, and yours is yaller.’

This was a set back to Jerry, who hated everything yellow, and who had never dreamed of applying that color to her hair.  She only knew that Dick St. Claire had called it pretty, but in this new light thrown upon it all her pride vanished, for she recognized like a flash that it might be ‘yaller,’ and stood there silent and vanquished, until Maude, who in turn had been regarding her attentively, said to her: 

‘Ain’t you Jerry Crawford?’

That broke the ice of reserve, and the two little girls were soon talking together familiarly, and Jerry was asking Maude if she wore beads and her best clothes every day.

’Phoo!  These ain’t my best clothes.  I have one gown all brawdery and lace,’ was Maude’s reply, while Jack, who was standing near, chimed in: 

’My father’s got lots of money, and so has Uncle Arthur, and when he dies we are going to have it; Tom says so.’

Slowly the shadows gathered on Jerry’s brow as she said, sadly;

’I wish I had an Uncle Arthur, and could wear beads and a sash every day’ Then, as she looked at Harold, her face brightened immediately and she exclaimed.

‘But I have Harold and a grandma, and you hain’t,’ and running up to Harold, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him lovingly, as if to make amends for the momentary repining.

‘We must go now,’ Harold said, and taking her hand in his, he led her away toward the house, which impressed her with so much awe that as she drew near to it, she held her breath and walked on tiptoe, as if afraid that any sound from her would be sacrilege in that aristocratic atmosphere.

‘Oh, isn’t it grand, Harold?’ Isn’t it grand!’ she kept repeating, with her mouth full of cherries, after they had reached the trees on which the ripe, red fruit hung so thickly.  ’Do you s’pose we shall see the crazy man?’ she asked, and Harold replied: 

’I don’t know.  I guess not, unless he comes to the window.  Those are his rooms, and that window which looks so ugly outside, is the one with the picture in it,’ and he pointed to the south wing, most of the windows of which were open, while against one a long ladder was standing.

It had been left there by a workman who had been up on it to fix the hinge of a blind, and who had gone to the village in quest of something he needed, Jerry saw the ladder and its close proximity to the open window, and she thought to herself.

’I mean to fill my pail with cherries, and go up that ladder and take them to him, I wonder if he would bite me?’

Suiting the action to the word she stopped eating; and began to pick from the lower limbs as rapidly as possible until her pail was full.

‘Pour them into the basket,’ Harold called to her from the top of the tree, but Jerry did not heed him.  She had seen the tall figure of a man pass before the window, and a pale, thin face had for a moment, looked out, apparently to discover whence the talking came.