ment.

'Harold is sure to be here,' he said, 'and he is better than forty old
coves like me. It is astonishing what a fancy I have taken to that young
man. I don't see a fault in him, except that he is too infernally proud.
Think of his refusing to take any more money from me unless I would
accept his note promising to pay it all back in time--just as if he ever
can, or will.'

'Indeed he will,' Jerrie exclaimed, rousing at once in Harold's defence.
'He will pay every dollar, and I shall help him.'

'You!' and Arthur laughed, merrily, 'How will you help him, I'd like to
know.'

'I shall teach school, or give music lessons, or do both to earn
something for grandmother,' Jerrie answered, quickly. 'And I shall help
Harold, and shall pay Mr. Frank all he gave grandmother for my board. I
know just how much it is. Three dollars a week from the time I was four
years old until I was sixteen and came here to school--almost two
thousand dollars; a big sum, I know, but I shall pay it. You will see,'
she went on rapidly and earnestly; as she saw the amused look on
Arthur's face, and felt that he was laughing at her.

'You are going to pay my brother to the uttermost farthing, but what of
me? Am I to be left in the cold?' he asked, as he arose from the table
and seated himself upon the sofa near the window.

'I expect to be your debtor all my life,' Jerrie said, as went over to
him and laid her soft, white arms around his neck. 'I can never pay you
for all you have done for me, never. I can only love you, which I do so
dearly, as the kindest and best of men.'

She was stooping over him now; and putting up his hands Arthur drew her
close to him, so that the two faces were again plainly reflected, side
by side in the mirror opposite--the man's gentle and tender as a
woman's, the girl's flushed, and eager, and excited as she caught a
second time the likeness which had made her cold and faint when she
first saw it, and which made her faint again as she clasped her hands
tightly together, and leaning a little forward, looked earnestly at the
faces in the mirror, while she listened to what Arthur was saying.

'You owe me nothing, Cherry; the indebtedness is all on my side, and has
been since the day when a little white sun-bonnet showed itself at my
window, and a clear, ringing voice, which I can hear yet, said to me,
"Mr. Crazyman, don't you want some cherries?" You don't know how much of
life and sunshine you brought me with th