I am sure I wish him success.' She had reached home by this time, and found their simple dinner waiting for her.

'Oh, grandma, why did you do it?
Why didn't you wait for me ?' she said, as she took her seat at the table where the dishes were all so plain, and the cloth, though white and clean, so coarse and cheap.
Jerrie was as fond of luxury and elegance as any one, and Tracy Park, with its appurtenances, would have suited her taste better than the cottage.
'But not with Tom, not with Tom,' she kept on repeating to herself, as she cleared the table and washed the dishes, and then brought in and folded the clothes for the morrow's ironing.
By this time she was very tired, and going to her cool, pretty room, she threw herself upon the lounge and slept soundly for three hours or more.
Sleep is a wonderful tonic, and Jerrie rose refreshed and quite herself again.

Not even a thought of Maude and Harold disturbed her as she went whistling and singing around her room, hanging up her dresses one by one, and wondering which she should wear at the garden party.

Deciding at last upon a simple white muslin, which, although two years old, was still in fashion, and very becoming, she arranged her wavy hair in a fluffy mass at the back of her head, brushed her bangs into short, soft curls upon her forehead, pinned a cluster of roses on the bosom of her dress, and was ready for the party.
'Tell Harold, if he is not too tired, I want him very much to come for me,' she said, to Mrs.Crawford, and then about five o'clock started for Grassy Spring, where she found the guests all assembled in the pleasant, shady grounds, which surrounded the house.
Tom was there in his character of a fine city dandy, and the moment he saw Jerry, he hastened to meet her, greeting her with perfect self-possession, as if nothing had happened.
'You are late,' he said, going up to her.

'We are waiting for you to complete our eight hand croquet, and I claim you as my partner.' 'I c-c call that mean, T-t-tom.