'I would not stay anywhere without you; and
when I live at the park you will live there, too, and have codfish and
tatoe every day.'
Strangely enough this was Harold's favorite dish, and, as it was not his
grandmother's, his taste was not gratified in that respect as often as
he would have liked, hence Jerry's promise of the luxury.
Just here, at a sudden turn in the path, they came upon Jack and Maude
Tracy playing on a bench under a tree, while the nurse was at a distance
either reading or asleep. Harold would have passed them at once, as he
knew his grandmother was in a hurry for the cherries, but Jerry had no
such intention.
Stopping short in front of Maude, she inspected her carefully, from her
white dress and bright plaid sash to the string of amber beads around
her neck; while, side by side with this picture, she saw herself in her
dark calico frock and high-necked apron, with her sun-bonnet and tin
pail on her arm. Jerry did not like the contrast, and a lump began to
swell in her throat. Then, as a happy thought struck her, she said, with
something like exultation in her tone:
'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.
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