It would be hot there, and she was anxious to be with Maude as soon as possible.

So they drove on until they reached the grounds which surrounded the house, and which Jerrie thought more beautiful than she had ever seen them.

The grass was like velvet, with masses of flowers and shrubs, and urns, and bits of statuary here and there, while over a little brook where Jerrie and Maude had often waded, and where poor Jack had had a little water-wheel, a rustic bridge had been built, with a pretty summer-house just beyond.

Frank Tracy was a natural gardener, and had lavished piles of money upon the grounds, in which he often worked himself, and where he was busy now with a clump of roses when Tom drove up with Jerrie..