But this would have been 'throwing herself at his head.' She was constantly thinking of Arthur's words, and so she only cried the more, as she told Harold how much she thanked him, and never could repay him for what he had done for her.
'But it was a pleasure, Jerrie,' he said.' I never enjoyed anything in my life as I have working in this room, with Maude to help me.

She was here nearly every day, and by her courage and enthusiasm kept me up to fever heat.

She puttied up the nail-holes and painted your dressing-room, and would have helped shingle the roof if I had permitted it.

She gave the chair you sit in, and the table in the window.

She would do that and I let her; but when Mr.Arthur offered his assistance, and the other Mr.Tracy, I refused, for I wanted it all my own, for you.' He was speaking rapidly and excitedly, and had Jerrie looked she would have seen in his face all she was to him; but she did not look up, and at mention of Maude a cloud fell suddenly upon her.