d, as she threw herself upon Mrs.
Crawford's neck, hugging and kissing her awhile, and then taking her
baby from the nurse she put it into the old lady's arms, saying as she
did so:

'Another grandson for you--Harold's baby. Isn't he a beauty?'

And little Tracy was a most beautiful child, with his father's features
and complexion, but Jerrie's expression and ways, and Mrs. Crawford
felt, as she folded him to her bosom and cried over him, that he would
be the crowning joy of her old age. At first Harold puzzled and
perplexed her, he was so changed from the Harold who had shingled roofs
and painted barns and worked in Peterkin's furnace. Foreign travel and
prosperity set well upon him, and one could scarcely have found a more
refined or polished young man than Harold as he moved about the
premises, every inch a gentleman and every inch the master, with a
bright smile and pleasant word for everyone, whether of high or low
degree. He had known what poverty meant, with slights on account of it,
and had risen above it all, and remembering the days when he worked in
the Tracy fields and envied his companions their leisure and freedom
from toil, he had resolved that, if possible, some portion of mankind
should be happier because of him. He knew he was very fine-looking, for
his tailor told him so, and his mirror told him so, and Jerrie told him
so twenty times a day as she kissed his handsome face, and his
grandmother frequently took off her spectacles to wipe away her glad
tears as she looked at her boy and felt so proud of him.

All Shannondale hastened to call upon the travellers, and no one was
louder or more demonstrative in his welcome than Peterkin, who called
himself their _kin_, and was very proud of the connection and of his son
_Thomas_, for whom he made many inquiries. It did not take long for the
family to settle down into every-day quiet, Jerrie proving herself a
competent and thorough housekeeper, while Harold was to all intents and
purposes the head to whom everyone deferred and went for directions.
Arthur, who had half died from seasickness, had at once taken to his
rooms and his old mode of life, telling Harold and Jerrie to do what
they liked and not bother him. One change, however, he made; he put
Harold into the office in the place of Colvin, who had done his business
for so many years, and who was glad to give it up, while Harold was glad
to take it, as it gave him something to do and did not greatly in