Arthur knew perfectly well who she was, but something about her so dazed and bewildered him that for a moment he could not speak, but stared at her with the hungry, wistful look of one longing for something just within his reach, but still unattainable.
'Do you like me ?' Jerry asked at last.
'Like you ?' he replied.

'Yes.

Why did you not come to me sooner ?' And, stooping, he kissed the cherry-stained mouth as he had never kissed a child before.
Sitting down upon the lounge, he took her in his lap and said to her again: 'Who are you, and where did you come from?
I know your name is Jerry, which is a strange one for a girl, and I know you live with Mrs.
Crawford, but before that night where did you live?
Where did you come from ?' 'Out of the carpet-bag in the Tramp House.

I told you that once,' Jerry said.

'Harold found me.