She only knew that
Dick St. Claire had called it pretty, but in this new light thrown upon
it all her pride vanished, for she recognized like a flash that it might
be 'yaller,' and stood there silent and vanquished, until Maude, who in
turn had been regarding her attentively, said to her:
'Ain't you Jerry Crawford?'
That broke the ice of reserve, and the two little girls were soon
talking together familiarly, and Jerry was asking Maude if she wore
beads and her best clothes every day.
'Phoo! These ain't my best clothes. I have one gown all brawdery and
lace,' was Maude's reply, while Jack, who was standing near, chimed in:
'My father's got lots of money, and so has Uncle Arthur, and when he
dies we are going to have it; Tom says so.'
Slowly the shadows gathered on Jerry's brow as she said, sadly;
'I wish I had an Uncle Arthur, and could wear beads and a sash every
day' Then, as she looked at Harold, her face brightened immediately and
she exclaimed.
'But I have Harold and a grandma, and you hain't,' and running up to
Harold, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him lovingly, as
if to make amends for the momentary repining.
'We must go now,' Harold said, and taking her hand in his, he led her
away toward the house, which impressed her with so much awe that as she
drew near to it, she held her breath and walked on tiptoe, as if afraid
that any sound from her would be sacrilege in that aristocratic
atmosphere.
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