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"Let's say we have to study," whispered Gyp to Jerry, when the family moved toward the library. Even Graham welcomed the suggestion. As they approached Aunt Maria to say good-night, she poked each in the cheek. "Not going to wait to have coffee with us? So sensible it hurts the complexion! Nice children! Bon soir, Editha. Bon soir, Elizabeth. What's your name, child? Jerauld? A nice name.
If John Westley had not deliberately run away from his guide that August morning and lost himself on Kettle Mountain, he would never have found the Wishing-rock, nor the Witches' Glade, nor Miss Jerauld Travis. Even a man whose hair has begun to grow a little gray over his ears can have moments of wildest rebellion against authority.
It was cruel to name any child J-e-r-a-u-l-d." "I think it's nice! It's so different." John Westley wanted to add that it suited her because she was different, but he hesitated; little Miss Jerauld might misunderstand him.
We can't ask her." Gyp was right, of course, Jerry thought, but she wished Ginny Cox might be invited to join. "Let's go down now. Oh, won't it be fun? Swear, Jerauld Travis, that burning irons won't drag our secret from you!" "Nothing will make me tell," promised Jerry.
Then she brightened, for even the discomfiture of having to bear the name Jerauld could not long shadow her spirit, "only no one ever calls me Jerauld I'm always just Jerry." "Well, Miss Jerry, you can't ever know how glad I am that I met you! If I hadn't, well, I guess I'd have perished on the face of Kettle Mountain.
As she spoke Miss Lee stepped to the bulletin board that hung in the corridor. She read Isobel's name. "You were assigned to Isobel Westley. It is strange that she has left you alone. Come to the library with me, Jerauld." Jerry realized now why it had been so easy for all the other "new girls" to find their places they had had guardians.
Do you remember in Uncle Peter's letter about Craig Winton's eyes? 'They were glowing like they were lighted within. Well, have you ever seen a pair of eyes like that? I have only where Craig Winton's were sad with disappointment, these others glow from the pure joy of being alive " "Jerry?" interrupted Gyp, in a queer, tangled voice. "Yes Jerauld." "Oh-h!"
"What's her name?" Gyp's forehead was wrinkled in a scowl. Mrs. Westley referred to the letter. "Jerauld Travis. What a pretty name! And she's just your age, Gyp!" But Gyp refused to be delighted at this fact. Then Mrs. Westley, relieved that the children had consented, even though ungraciously, to the change in their household, slipped the letter back into its envelope.
And if he hadn't why, you'd never have come to Highacres and we'd probably never have found that secret stairway nor the Bible nor the letter and wouldn't have known that you were really Jerauld Winton. Oh, it has magic!" Neither Isobel nor Jerry answered, nor did they smile after all, more than one name has been given to that strange Power that directs the little things which shape our living!
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