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They remained in Wiesbaden until June, then went to Switzerland and Paris, and in October sailed for home, where the Park House was ready for them, with no mistress to dispute Jerrie's rights and no master except the lawful one.
How very fair and beautiful it was, that home of the Tracys, and Jerrie's heart beat so hard that she felt for a moment as if she were choking to death as she sat under a maple tree and tried to think it all over, to make sure there was no mistake. Opening the box she took out two documents, and read them again as she had the night she was taken sick.
So Frank went up, and, notwithstanding all he had heard from Tom, he was surprised at Jerrie's flushed face and the unnatural expression of her eyes, which turned so eagerly toward him as he came in. 'Oh, Mr. Tracy, she said, as he sat down beside her and took one of her burning hands in his, 'you have always been kind to me, haven't you?
To unclasp the bag required a little strength, for the steel was covered with rust; but it yielded at last to Jerrie's strong fingers; and the bag came open, disclosing first some square object carefully wrapped in a silk handkerchief which had been white in its day, but which now was yellow and soiled by time.
There was no time for much conversation before the cottage was reached, and Harold alighted at the gate, and no allusion whatever had been made to Jerrie's changed relations until Harold stood looking at her as she kept her seat by her father and made no sign of an intention to stop. Then he said, as calmly as he could: 'Do you stay at the Park House altogether now?
You have done harm enough for one day. You have killed my daughter! 'No! Maude cried, exerting all her strength. 'She has not hurt me. She must not go, I want her; for if what she said is true, she is my own cousin. Oh, Jerrie, I am so glad! and throwing her arms around Jerrie's neck, Maude sobbed convulsively.
When she saw them coming in the lane, Mrs. Crawford had gone up and opened the shutters, letting in a flood of light, so that nothing should escape Jerrie's notice. And she saw it all at a glance the high walls, the carpet, the furniture, the curtains, and the flowers and knew why Harold did not come to Vassar.
This was a great deal for Harold to say and he felt half frightened when he had said it; but Jerrie's answer was reassuring. 'Oh, I didn't know that. I am so glad you told me. They were close to the Tramp House now. The walk from the station had been hot and dusty, and Jerry was tired, so she said to Harold: 'Let's go in a moment; it looks so cool in there.
She did not know exactly what to do, and kept her foot so long upon the ball that less amiable girls than Nina and Jerrie would have said she did it on purpose, to show how small and pretty it looked in her closely fitting French boot. But Jerrie's side beat, as it usually did.
Not a hint had been given him of the baby; and when, in June, he received a letter from her containing a photograph of the little boy named for him, he seemed childish in his joy, and started with the picture at once for Maude's grave. Kneeling down, with his face in the long grass, he whispered: 'Look, Maude! Jerrie's baby boy, named for me Frank Tracy! Do you hear me, Maude?
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