And now it was calling again--not in his sleep, but in reality, for he knew he was awake--calling from the adjoining room, which no one could enter without his knowledge.
Mentally weak as he was, and apt to be superstitious, his limbs shook, and his heart beat faster than its wont, as he went toward his sleeping-apartment, from which the voice came again a little louder and more peremptory: 'Mr.Crazyman! where are you?
I've brought you some cherries!' He had reached the door by this time, and saw the pail on the broad window-ledge where Jerry had put it, and to which she was clinging, with her white sun-bonnet just in view.
'Oh, Gretchen! how did you get here ?' he said, bounding across the floor, with no thought of Jerry in his mind, no thought of any one but Gretchen, whom he was constantly expecting to come, though not exactly in this way.
'I climbed the ladder to fetch you some cherries, and I'm standing on the toppest stick,' Jerry said, craning her neck until her bonnet fell back, disclosing to view her beautiful face flushed with excitement, and her bright, wavy hair, which, moist with perspiration, clung in masses of round curls to her head and forehead.
'Great Heaven!' Arthur exclaimed, as he stood staring at the wide-open blue eyes confronting him so steadily.

'Who are you, and where did you come from ?' 'I'm Jerry, and I comed from the carpet-bag in the Tramp House.

Take me in, won't you ?' Jerry said; and, mechanically leaning from the window, Arthur took her in, while Harold from below looked on, horror-struck with fear as to what the result might be if Jerry were left any time alone with a madman who did not like children.
'He may kill her; I must tell the folks,' he said; and, going round to the side door, he entered, without knocking, and asked for Mrs.Tracy.
But she was not at home, and so he told the servants of Jerry's danger, and begged them to go to her rescue.
'Pshaw, he won't hurt her.

Charles will come pretty soon, and I'll send him up.

Don't look so scared; he is harmless,' the cook said to Harold, who, in a wild state of nervous fear, went back to the cherry trees, where he could listen and hear the first scream which should proclaim Jerry's danger.
But none came, and could he have looked into the room, where Jerry sat, or rather stood, he would have been amazed.
As Arthur lifted Jerry through the window, and put her down upon the floor, he said to her: 'Take off that bonnet and let me look at you.' She obeyed and stood before him with all her wealth of hair tumbling about her glowing face, and an eager, questioning expression in her blue eyes, which looked at him so fearlessly.