When, the previous night, Mrs. Crawford had listened to the story Jerrie told her after her return from the Park House, she had been for a few moments stupefied with amazement, and had sat motionless on her chair until she felt Jerrie’s soft hands upon her head smoothing her silvery hair, and Jerrie’s voice said to her: 

’Dear grandma, I told you your working days were over, and they are, for what is mine is yours and Harold’s, and my home is your home always, so long as you live.’

The poor old lady put her head upon Jerrie’s arm and cried hysterically for a moment; then she rallied, and brushing away her tears, kissed the young girl who had been so much to her, and whom for a brief moment she feared she might have lost.  Far into the night they sat, talking of the past and the future, and of Harold, who was in Tacoma, where he might have to remain for three or four weeks longer.  He had written several times to his grandmother and once to Jerrie, but had made no mention of the diamonds, while in her letters to him Mrs. Crawford had refrained from telling him what some of the people were saying, and the construction they were putting upon his absence.  Jerrie had not yet written to him, but, ‘I shall to-morrow,’ she said, ’and tell him to hurry home, for I need him now, if ever.’

Jerrie was very tired when she went at last to bed, but the dreamless sleep which came upon her, and which lasted until a late hour in the morning, did her good, and probably saved her from a relapse, which might have proved fatal.  Still she was very pale and weak when she went down stairs about nine o’clock and found Tom waiting for her.  He had been up since sunrise, strolling through the park, with a troubled, sorry look on his face for he was extremely sorry for himself, though very glad for Jerrie, whose sworn ally he was and would be to the end.  In a way he had tried to comfort his mother by telling her that neither his uncle nor Jerrie would be unjust to her, if she’d only behave herself, and treat the latter as she ought, and not keep up such a high and mighty and injured air, as if Jerrie had done something wrong in finding out who she was.

But Dolly would not be comforted, and her face wore a sullen, defiant expression, as she moved about the handsome house where she had queened it so long that she really looked upon it as her own, resenting bitterly the thought that another was to be mistress there.  She had talked with her husband, and made him tell her exactly how much he was worth in his own right, and when he told her how little it was, she had exclaimed, angrily: 

’We are beggars, and may as well go back to Langley and sell codfish again.’

She had seen Tom that morning, and when to her question, ’Why are you up so early?’ he replied, ‘To attend to Jerrie’s affairs,’ she tossed her head scornfully, and said:  ’Before I’d crawl after any girl, much less Jerrie Crawford!  You’d better be attending to your own sister.  She’s worse this morning, and looks as if she might die any minute.’