‘By George, I b’lieve I’ll go and hang myself!’ Tom said, under his breath, as he stalked moodily away; but instead of that he went across the fields to Le Bateau, where he sat for an hour, talking with old Peterkin and waiting for Ann Eliza, who had gone to Springfield, her father said, after a new gown, for which he was to pay two hundred dollars.

‘Think on’t!’ he continued.  ’When we was fust married and run the ’Liza Ann, the best gown May Jane had to her back was a mereener or balzarine—­dummed if I know what you call it—­at one and ninepence a yard; but now, lord land, what’s two hundred dollar gownd to me!  Ann Eliza can have forty on ’em, if she wants to.  There she is; there’s the kerridge!  By gosh, though, ain’t she a neat little filly!’ and the father’s face glowed with pride as he watched his daughter alighting from the carriage, to which Tom had hastened in order to assist her, for she was still a little lame and limped as she walked.

He saw the two hundred dollar gown, for Peterkin would have it displayed, and admired it, of course, and wished thut he had half the sum it cost in his own right, and wondered if he could stand it, as he walked slowly home, where he heard from his mother that they were still to remain at Tracy Park for a while, and that his father was to have one hundred thousand dollars settled upon him.

‘I guess now I’ll wait a spell, and let old Peterkin go to thunder,’ he decided, and for two weeks and more Ann Eliza watched in vain for his coming, while Peterkin remarked to his wife that if Tom Tracy was goin’ to play fast and loose with his gal, he’d find himself brought up standin’ mighty lively.

The news that Harold and Jerrie were soon to be married, and go with Arthur to Germany, created some surprise, and some talk, too, in town, where many of the people had believed that there had been an understanding, if not an engagement, between Harold and Maude.  But Tom put that right with a few decided words.  There had never been an engagement, he said.  Maude had liked Harold very much, and he had liked her, but had always preferred Jerrie; in short, matters had been as good as settled between them, long ago.

This last was a little fiction of Tom’s brain, but the people accepted it as true, and began to look eagerly forward to the approaching marriage, wondering, as people will, who would be invited, and who would not.  It took place the 10th of October, in Mrs. Crawford’s little parlor, with only a few intimate friends present—­Grace Atherton, the St. Claires, Ann Eliza Peterkin, and the Tracys, with the exception of Dolly, who could not do so great violence to her feeling, as to attend a wedding.  Billy was not there, but he sent a magnificent emerald ring to Jerrie, with the following note: 

DEAR JERRIE,—­I can’t see you married, although I am glad for you, and glad for Hal.  God bless you both.  I shall never forget you as long as I live; and when you come back, maybe I can bear to see you as Hal’s wife, but now it would kill me.  Good-bye.

Jerrie read this note with wet eyes up in her room, and then passed it to Harold, to whom she told of that episode under the butternut tree, when Billy asked her to be his wife.