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"Have you forgotten that when Uncle Peter Westley left Highacres to the Lincoln School it made me trustee of the school? That's almost as bad as being the principal. And this year I'm going to take an active interest in the school, too.
"My girls I am afraid the whole matter will have to go to the board of trustees. Remember Uncle Peter gave Highacres to Lincoln School we have nothing to say about it." "Wasn't it dark up there?" asked Graham. Gyp looked at Jerry and Jerry looked at Gyp. By some process of mental communication they agreed to say nothing about Uncle Peter's ghost.
"Oh" she cried, her voice deep with delight "now I can go back to Highacres " Then, at the very moment of her ecstasy, she was strangely disturbed by the quick touch of her mother's hand laid on her shoulder. Sometime after she had gone to sleep, Jerry wakened suddenly with the disturbing conviction that someone needed her.
Jerry's face was transfigured. "You mean you mean" she spoke softly "that if I want to go back to Highacres you'll let me? I can go to college? Oh, mamsey, you're wonderful! Mothers are the grandest things. And the gate will always be open so's I can always come back? And you won't be lonely for I'll always love you most in the world of anybody or anything.
Had old Peter Westley ever pictured, as he sat alone in his great empty house, how Highacres would look after scores of young feet had trampled over its velvety stretches?
"So I want to found some sort of a yearly award out here at Highacres for the pupil who shows the best record in work and play." "That will be splendid!" cried Miss Lee, enthusiastically. "Will you help me?" John Westley asked with the diffidence of a schoolboy. "Will you tell me if some of my notions are ridiculous or impossible?"
Travis admitted it would be nice and reminded him that Silverheels was growing old, he yielded, and Uncle Johnny promised to order one immediately he knew just the kind that would climb Kettle and run as simply as a sewing-machine. But the best of all that had been "decided" since sunrise was that Jerry should go back to Highacres
Dana King was leading the boys in a serpentine march through the building; out in the hall the line broke to force in a laughing, remonstrating carpenter. Jerry heard their boyish voices gradually die away. "Before we go back let's climb up to the tower room." That was the name the children had always given to the largest of the turrets that crowned Highacres' many-gabled roof.
It was so easy, back there, Jerry thought, to just know at once, what was right and what was wrong; there were no uncertain demands upon one's loyalty to the little old school in the Notch one had only to learn one's lesson and that was all; even in her play back there there had not been any of the fierce joy of competition she had learned at Highacres!
And hadn't she always had Like a flash, though, she saw herself in the queerly-fashioned brown dress that had seemed very nice back at Miller's Notch, but very funny when contrasted with the pretty, simple serge dresses that the other girls at Highacres wore. Perhaps they had all thought she was a "charity girl," a waif brought here by Uncle Johnny.
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