What! crying?
Don't you like it ?' Arthur asked, as he saw the great tears gathering in Harold's eyes and rolling down his cheeks.
'Yes, oh, yes; but it don't seem real, and--and--I guess it makes me kind of sick,' Harold gasped, as, freeing himself from Jerry's encircling arm, he hurried from the room, to think over this great and unexpected joy which had come so suddenly to him.
With his naturally refined tastes and instincts the dirty furnace work had not been pleasant to him, and he had shrunk with inexpressible loathing from the swill cart and the other menial duties he had been obliged to perform for the sake of those he loved.

How to get an education was the problem he was earnestly trying to solve, and lo! it was now solved for him.

For a moment the suddenness of the thing overcame him, and he sat down upon a table in the yard, faint and bewildered, while Arthur made his plan clear to Mrs.Crawford, saying that what he meant to do was partly for Jerry's sake and partly for the sake of the young girl who had been his early love.
'I always intended to take care of you,' he said; 'but things go from my mind, and I forget the past as completely as if it had never been.

But this will stay by me, for I shall have Cherry as a reminder, and if I am in danger of forgetting she will jog my memory.' Fur a moment Mrs.Crawford could not speak, so great was her surprise and joy that the good she had thought unattainable was to be Harold's at last.

And yet something in her proud, sensitive nature rebelled against receiving so much from a stranger, even if that stranger were Arthur Tracy.