But Jerry cared little for the compliments of either Fred or Dick, while those of Tom she scorned and those of Billy she ridiculed.

One word of commendation from Harold was worth more to her than the praises of the whole world besides.

But Harold had always been chary of his commendations, and was rather more given to reproof than praise, which did not altogether suit the young lady.
As Jerry had grown older, and merged from childhood into womanhood, a change had come over both the girl and boy, a change which Jerry discovered first, awaking suddenly one day to find that the brother and sister delusion was ended, and Harold stood to her in an entirely new relation.

Just when the change had commenced she could not tell.

She only knew that it had come, and that she was not quite so happy as she had been in the days when she called Harold her brother, and kissed him whenever she felt like it, which was very often, for she was naturally affectionate, and showed her affection to those she loved.