'And if so,' she added, 'you'd better let Arthur take care of her, and
save your money for your own children,'
To this Frank never replied. He knew better than old Peterkin that Jerry
was like the Tracys, or, rather, like his brother, and that it was not
so much in the features as in the expression and certain movements of
the head and hands, and tones of the voice when she was very much in
earnest, and raised it to a higher pitch than usual. She could speak
English very well now, and sometimes, when Frank, who was a frequent
visitor at the cottage, sat watching her at her play, and listening to
her as she talked to herself, as was her constant habit, he could have
shut his eyes and sworn it was his brother's voice calling to him from
the hay-loft or apple tree where they had played together when boys.
Jerry's favorite amusement when alone was to make believe that either
herself, or a figure she had made out of a shawl, was a sick woman,
lying on a settee which she converted into a bed. Sometimes she was the
nurse and took care of the sick woman to whom she always spoke in
German, bending fondly over her, and occasionally holding up before her
a doll which Mrs. St. Claire had given her, and which she played was the
woman's baby.
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