'Vat the name vas? Say
again.'
He said it again, and over the child's face there came a puzzled
expression, as if she were trying to recall something which baffled all
her efforts. But she did not forget the name, and that evening Mrs.
Crawford heard her singing to herself,
'Detchen, Detchen, who are you? Detchen, Detchen, where are you?' and
she noticed that the doll baby with which Jerry played the most was ever
after called 'Detchen,' instead of Maude, as it had been christened when
first given to her.
Jerry had seen Maude Tracy many times and had admired her greatly, with
her pretty white dresses and costly embroideries; and once, at church,
when Maude passed near where she was standing, she stood back as far as
possible out of the way and held her plain gingham dress aside, as if
neither it nor herself had any right to come in close contact with so
superior a being. Of the house in the park she knew nothing, except what
Harold had told her, and that it was a place to be admired and gazed at
breathlessly at a respectful distance. She had never been there since
the day of the funeral But she was going at last with Harold, who had
permission to gather cherries for his grandmother from some of the many
trees which grew upon the place.
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