CHAPTER XXXII.
THE NEXT DAY.
Jerrie was astir the next morning almost as soon as the first robin begin to sing under her window.

She had left a blind open, and the red beams of the rising sun fell upon her face and roused her from a dream of Germany and what she meant to do there.

Once fairly awake, Germany seemed far away, as did the fancies of the previous night.

The spell, mesmeric, or clairvoyant, or whatever one chooses to call it, was broken, and she was only Jerrie Crawford again, dressing herself rapidly and noiselessly so as not to awaken her grandmother, who slept in the room beneath hers.
'I shall get the start of her,' she said, as she donned a simple working dress which had done her service during the summer vacations for three successive years.

'I heard her telling Harold last night to have the tubs and water ready early, for she had put off the Monday's washing until I came home, as I was sure to bring a pile of soiled clothes.