Why, Jerry dresses herself, and wipes the dishes, and wears those big aprons all the time.

No, I don't want to be poor;' and as if something in her father's mind had communicated itself to her, she raised her head from his shoulder and looked beseechingly at him.
'Nor shall you be poor, if I can help it,' he said; 'but you must be very kind to Jerry, and never let her feel that you are richer than she.
Do you understand ?' 'I think I do,' Maude answered, adding as she kissed him fondly: 'And now I s'pose I must go, for there is Hetty come for me; so, good-night, you dearest, best papa in the world.' He knew that she believed in him fully; that should he confess his fault she would understand it, and lose faith in him.

He would bear the burden, he said to himself.

There should be no more repining or looking back, Maude must never know; and so Jerry's chance was lost.
The next morning Arthur awoke with a racking headache.

He was accustomed to it, it is true; but this one was particularly severe.
'It's the cherries; no wonder; a quart of those sour things would turn upside down any stomach,' Charles said, as he glanced at the empty tin pail which was adorning an inlaid table, and then suggested a dose of ipecac as a means of dislodging the offending cherries.
But Arthur declined the medicine.