'Do you s'pose we shall see the crazy man ?' she asked, and Harold replied: 'I don't know.

I guess not, unless he comes to the window.

Those are his rooms, and that window which looks so ugly outside, is the one with the picture in it,' and he pointed to the south wing, most of the windows of which were open, while against one a long ladder was standing.
It had been left there by a workman who had been up on it to fix the hinge of a blind, and who had gone to the village in quest of something he needed, Jerry saw the ladder and its close proximity to the open window, and she thought to herself.
'I mean to fill my pail with cherries, and go up that ladder and take them to him, I wonder if he would bite me ?' Suiting the action to the word she stopped eating; and began to pick from the lower limbs as rapidly as possible until her pail was full.
'Pour them into the basket,' Harold called to her from the top of the tree, but Jerry did not heed him.

She had seen the tall figure of a man pass before the window, and a pale, thin face had for a moment, looked out, apparently to discover whence the talking came.
'I'm going to take the crazyman some cherries,' she tried, and almost before Harold could protest, she was half way up the ladder, which she climbed with the agility of a little cat.
'Jerry, Jerry! What are you doing!' Harold exclaimed, 'Come back this minute.

He doesn't like children; he tried to throw me over the banister once; he will knock you off the ladder; oh, Jerry!' and Harold's voice was almost a sob as he watched the girl going up round after round until the top was reached, and she stood with her flushed, eager face, just on a level with the window so that by standing on tiptoe, she could look into the room.
It was Arthur's bedroom, and there was no one in it, but she heard the sound of footsteps in the adjoining apartment, and raising herself as far as possible, and holding up her pail, she called out in a clear, shrill voice; 'Mr.Crazyman, Mr.Crazyman, don't you want some cherries ?'.