'It was a German word,' he continued, 'and the accent is German, too;
can you speak it.'
Unconsciously as he talked, he dropped into that language, and Jerry
listened intently, with a strained look on her face, as if trying to
recall something which came and went, but went more than it came, if
that could be.
'I talked that once,' she said, 'when I lived with mamma; but she is
dead. Harold found her, and I put flowers on her grave.'
Half the time she was speaking in German, or trying to, and Arthur
listened in amazement, while his interest in her deepened every moment,
as he took her through the rooms and showed her 'the marble people with
nothing on them,' and the beautiful pictures which adorned his walls.
'How would you like to come and be my little girl?' he asked her at
last, when, remembering Harold and the cherries, she told him she must
go, and started toward the window as if she would make her egress as she
had come in.
'Can Harold come, too? I can't leave Harold,' she said Then, as she
caught sight of him still standing at a distance, gazing curiously up at
the window through which she had disappeared, she called out, 'Yes
Harold; I'm coming. I have seen him and everything, and he did not hurt
me. Good-bye!' and she turned toward Arthur with a little nod.
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