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.