Arthur was standing with his back to the door when she came in, and going up to him, she said: 'Here I am in all my gewgaws.

Do you think I shall pass muster ?' She spoke in German, as she always did to him, and when he turned quickly, there was a startled look on his face, as he said: 'Oh, Cherry, it's you! I thought for a moment it was Gretchen speaking to me.

Just so she used to come in with her light footstep and soft voice, so much like yours.

Where is she, Cherry, that she never comes nor writes?
Where is Gretchen now ?' His chin quivered as he talked, and there was a moisture in his eyes, bent so fondly upon the young girl beside him.

He was worn with the fatigue and excitement of his journey and the long drive he had taken, and Jerrie knew that whenever he was tired his mind was weaker and wandered more thin usual.