Then as he noted the purity of her complexion, her fair hair and blue eyes, he said to himself:
'Her father was a German, and probably they lived in Germany, but the mother was certainly French.'
His own knowledge of German was very limited, but he could speak it a little, and turning again to the child he managed to say:
'What is your name!'
'Der-ree,' was the reply, and Harold exclaimed:
'That's it; she means Jerry; that's short for the name on her clothes, which you said was pronounced Jereen. I have christened her Jerry, and she is my little girl, ain't you, Jerry!'
'Yah—oui—'ess,' was the answer, and there was a gleam of triumph in the blue eyes which flashed up to Harold for approbation.
She had not, of course, understood a word he said, except, indeed her name; but the tone of his voice was interrogatory, and seemed to expect an affirmative answer, which she gave in three languages, emphasizing the ''ess' with a nod of her head, as if greatly pleased with herself.
'Bravo!' Harold shouted. 'She can say yes. I taught her, and I shall have her talking English in a few days as well as I do, shan't I, Jerry?'
'Yah—'ess,' was the reply.