A Boy Named Gary
Jerry looked long into the face of the lady. It was all pink and white and her lips were very red. Her hair was a golden brown and it was long and thick and hung down her back.
"Are you my mother?" asked Jerry wistfully. He would like very much to have a mother as beautiful as this.
"Oh, yes, I am! I am!" cried the lady and clasped Jerry close to her breast.
"Helen," said Whiteface, "you mustn't let your hopes get too high."
"He is an orphan," observed Mr. Burrows, "his brother here said so," and he pointed at Chris.
"He's not my brother," interposed Chris quickly. "Father found him before he died and brought him home."
"Then it is Gary! It is!" exclaimed the beautiful lady. "As if I wouldn't know him—his eyes, his hair and his lips! Or as if Sultana could be mistaken. What is your name, dear; do you remember that?"
"Jerry Elbow," replied Jerry.
"What is yours?" Whiteface asked Chris.