I wish I was popular like you.'
'Never mind,' Jerrie said, cheerfully. 'It was only a happen so--my
getting so many. You are just as nice as I am, and I'll give you part of
mine to take home to your mother. I can never carry them all. I should
have to charter a car,' and in a few moments six of Jerrie's baskets
were transferred to Ann Eliza's room, including Tom Tracy's book.
'Oh, I can't take that, Ann Eliza said; he didn't mean it for me; he
didn't give me anything, and I--I--'
Here she began to sob again, and laying her hand pityingly upon the
bowed head, Jerrie said:
'Yes, I know; I understand. Something from Tom Tracy would have pleased
you more than from anyone; but listen to me, Annie. Tom is not worth
your tears.'
'Don't you care for him?' the girl asked, lifting her head suddenly.
'Not a particle, as you mean. You have nothing to fear from me,' Jerrie
replied.
This was a grain of comfort to the girl who had been weak enough to
waste her affections upon Tom Tracy, and who, fearing Jerrie was a
rival, was weak enough to hope that with her out of the way she might
eventually succeed in bringing him to her feet, for she knew his
fondness for money, and knew, too, that she should in all probability be
one day the heiress to a million.
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