Once Mr.
St.Claire suggested to Frank that he take her to his brother, to whom German was as natural as English, and who might be able to learn something of her antecedents.

And Frank had answered that he would do so, knowing the while that nothing could tempt him to bring her and his brother together until all the recollections of her babyhood, if she had any, were obliterated, and she had in part forgotten her own language.
His first step in evil doing had to be followed by others until he was so far committed that he could not retrace his steps, and two shadows were with him constantly now, one always reproaching him for what he had done, and the other telling him it was now too late to turn back.
He was very fond of Jerry, and on the Saturday afternoon when he sat watching her strange play, noticing how graceful was every movement, and how lovely the constantly varying expression of her face--from concern and anxiety when she was the nurse to distress and pain and then resignation and quietude in death when she took the role of the sick woman--he felt himself moved by some mighty influence to right her at once and put her in her proper place.
'It is more than I can bear.

I can't even look Dolly straight in the eye,' he said to his evil shadow, which answered back.
'You know nothing sure.

Will you give up your prospects for a photograph and a likeness which may be accidental ?' So his conscience was smothered again; but he would question the child, and after her play was over he called her to him and taking her in his lap, kissed the little grave face upon which the shadow of the scene she had been enacting had left its impress.
'Jerry,' he said, 'that lady who just died in the bed with the cap on was your mamma, was it not ?' ''Ess,' was Jerry's reply, for she still adhered to her first pronunciation of the word.
'And the other was the nurse ?' ''Ess,' Jerry said again; 'Mah-nee.' This was puzzling, for he had always supposed that by 'mah-nee' the child meant 'mam-ma;' but he went on: 'Try to understand me, Jerry; try to think away back before you came in the ship.' ''Ess, I vill,' she said, with a very wise look on her face, while Mr.
Tracy continued: 'Had you a papa?
Was he there with you ?' '_Nein_,' was the prompt reply, and Mr.Tracy continued: 'Where did your mamma live?
Was it in Wiesbaden ?' He knew he did not pronounce the word right, and was surprised at the sudden lighting up of the child's eyes as she tried to repeat the name.
'Oo-oo-ee,' she began, with a tremendous effort, but the W mastered her, and she gave it up with a shake of her head.
'I not say dat oo-oo-ee,' she said, and he put the question in another form: 'Where did your mamma die ?' 'Tamp House; f'oze to deff,' was now the ready answer, a natural one, too, for she had been taught by Harold that such was the case, and had often gone with him to the house where he found her, and where the old table still stood against the wall.
No one picnicked there now, for the place was said to be haunted, and the superstitious ones told each other that on stormy nights, when the wild winds were abroad, lights had been seen in the Tramp House, where a pale-faced woman, with her long, black hair streaming down her back, stood in the door-way, shrieking for help, while the cry of a child mingled with her call.

But Harold shared none of these fancies.