'Who are you, and where did you
come from?'
'I'm Jerry, and I comed from the carpet-bag in the Tramp House. Take me
in, won't you?' Jerry said; and, mechanically leaning from the window,
Arthur took her in, while Harold from below looked on, horror-struck
with fear as to what the result might be if Jerry were left any time
alone with a madman who did not like children.
'He may kill her; I must tell the folks,' he said; and, going round to
the side door, he entered, without knocking, and asked for Mrs. Tracy.
But she was not at home, and so he told the servants of Jerry's danger,
and begged them to go to her rescue.
'Pshaw, he won't hurt her. Charles will come pretty soon, and I'll send
him up. Don't look so scared; he is harmless,' the cook said to Harold,
who, in a wild state of nervous fear, went back to the cherry trees,
where he could listen and hear the first scream which should proclaim
Jerry's danger.
But none came, and could he have looked into the room, where Jerry sat,
or rather stood, he would have been amazed.
As Arthur lifted Jerry through the window, and put her down upon the
floor, he said to her:
'Take off that bonnet and let me look at you.'
She obeyed and stood before him with all her wealth of hair tumbling
about her glowing face, and an eager, questioning expression in her blue
eyes, which looked at him so fearlessly.
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