But Jerrie's side beat, as it usually did.

She had become a 'rover' the second round, had rescued Tom from many a difficulty, and taken Ann Eliza through four or five wickets, besides doing good service to her other friends.
'I p-p-propose three ch-cheers for Jerrie,' Billy said, standing on his tiptoes and nearly splitting his throat with his own hurrah.
After the game was over they repaired to the piazza, where the little tables were laid for tea, and where Jerrie found herself _vis-a-vis_ with Marian Raymond, of whom she had thought she might stand a little in awe, she had heard so much of her.

But the mesmeric power which Jerrie possessed drew the Kentucky girl to her at once, and they were soon in a most animated conversation.
'You do not seem like a stranger to me,' Marian said, 'and I should almost say I had seen you before, you are so like a picture in Germany.' 'Yes,' Jerrie answered, with a gasp, and a feeling such as she always experienced when the spell was upon her and she saw things as in a dream.
'Was it in a gallery ?' 'Oh, no; it was in a house we rented in Wiesbaden.

You know, perhaps, that I was there at school for a long time.

Then, when mamma came out, and I was through school, we stayed there for months, it was so lovely, and we rented a house which an Englishman had bought and made over.