CHAPTER XXX.
THE WALK HOME.
All the way from the station to the gate Harold was trying to think of something to say besides the merest commonplaces, and wondering at Jerrie's silence.

She had seemed glad to see him, he had seen that in her eyes, and seen there something else which puzzled and troubled him, and he was about to ask her what it was when she stopped so abruptly, and said: 'Why didn't you come to Vassar?
Tom Tracy said you were shingling a roof, and Billy Peterkin said Maude was helping you.' 'Oh, that's it, is it ?' Harold said, bursting into a laugh.

'That is why you have been so stiff and distant, ever since we left the depot, that I could not touch you with a ten-foot pole.' 'Well, I don't care,' Jerry replied, with a sob in her voice.

'I was so disappointed, for I wanted you so badly.

Everybody had some friend there, but myself.