I did tell her, though, that you had come home; and, by Jove! I pretty near forgot it.

She wants to see you bad; but, Lord! mother won't let you in.

No use to try.

She's like a she-wolf guarding its cub.

Good-night.' And Tom walked away, while Harold went back to the cottage, where he found Jerrie sleeping very quietly, with a look on her face so like that it had worn in her babyhood, when he called her his little girl, that he involuntarily stooped down and kissed it as one would kiss a beautiful baby.
The next morning Jerrie was very restless, and talked wildly of the Tramp House and the diamonds, insisting that they were hers and must be brought to her.
'Why did you tell her about them ?' Mrs.Crawford asked, reproachfully.
But Harold did not reply, his mind was so torn with distracting doubts as to whether he ought to take the western trip or not.
If he went, he must go at once, and to leave Jerrie in her present state seemed impossible.