th the common herd. Ann Eliza's grand maid, Doris, was with
her still, and had come to look upon her young mistress as quite as
great a personage as the Lady Augusta Hardy, whom she had ceased to
quote, and who, with her mother, Mrs. Rossiter-Browne, was now in the
city, attended, it was said, by a Polish count, who had an eye upon her
money. Once, when they were alone, Jerrie asked Tom when he was going
home, and, with a comical twinkle in his eye, he replied, 'When I hear
that my respected father-in-law has gone off with apoplexy, and not
before.' Jerrie thought this a shocking speech, but she was glad to see
him so happy, and, as she told Harold, 'so much more of a man than she
had ever supposed he could be.'

That summer Harold and Jerrie spent in Switzerland, with the Raymonds
and St. Claires and Tracys, while Arthur went to Wiesbaden to see to the
Gretchen Home, which he found so much to his taste that he remained
there until Harold and Jerrie, after a trip through Austria and Germany,
joined him in November, when they went again for the winter to Italy,
coming back in the spring to Wiesbaden, and because Arthur would have it
so, taking up their abode for a while in the Gretchen Home, which had
been greatly enlarged and improved, and now held thirty deserted and
homeless children. Here, in April, Jerrie's little boy was born, in the
same room and corner where Gretchen had died, and where Arthur again
went down upon his knees and said the Lord's Prayer, to which he added a
fervent thanksgiving for Jerrie spared and a baby given to him.

'I hoped it would be a girl,' he said, 'for then we should have called
it Gretchen; but as it is a boy, suppose we name it Heinrich?'

'No, father,' Jerrie said decidedly, 'Baby is not to be Heinrich, or
Arthur, or Harold, although I think the last the dearest name in the
world,' and she put up her hand caressingly to the brown beard of the
tall young man bending over to kiss her pale face and look at his son.
'We will call the baby Frank Tracy.'

And so Frank Tracy was the name given to the child, who was more like
its father than its mother, and whom Arthur called Tracy, which he liked
better, he said, than he did Frank.

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. Just out of town on a grassy r