She wrote to him to use his own judgment in the matter. She thought it might prove a good plan to have the studio separate from the living quarters; certainly it would protect his work. She reminded him of the many failures in the spring, before they found what they wanted, so he must not be downhearted. Should she join him? She was perfectly able to come. He wired her:
"Stay where you are. Heat awful. On track of good thing. Jerry."
He was gone two weeks, then he appeared out of the woods one evening, unannounced. Jane was on the veranda and saw him coming.
"Jerry!" she called in welcome as she went to meet him.
"Hello, Jane. How are you?"
"Fine. My child, but you are hot and tired!"
"I are! Never spent such an infernal fortnight in my life."
"Poor boy! Go get into a cold bath and I'll tell Mrs. Biggs to hurry the dinner."
"Good work. I've got it, Jane," he called back, as he ran upstairs, three at a time.
When he came down, fresh and immaculate in white clothes, she realized that she was glad to see this handsome human, who in some strange way was joined to her.