“You wouldn’t mind lots of brothers and sisters then,” said Jerry.
“No, I’d like it; just fancy what fun we could have. But I must go, Jerry. I will write to Miss Meredon when I come home.”
“I think I’d like to write to her myself,” said Jerry. “Ask mamma if I may.”
“Very well,” said Charlotte, rather surprised; “I dare say mamma will be quite pleased that you want to do it.” And so Mrs Waldron was, for Jerry’s lassitude and want of energy were troubling her.
He quite brightened up over his letter.
“You won’t care to see it, will you, mamma?” he asked. “You see she’s such a jolly—an understanding sort of girl; she won’t bother about how it’s spelt, and all that.”
“But you will send a proper message of thanks to Lady Mildred,” said his mother. “It is very good of her to take so much interest in you, and she was very kind to you at Silverthorns.”
“Not as kind as Miss Meredon was,” said Jerry; “but of course I’ll say it properly, mamma.”
Mrs Waldron told her husband that evening of the letter, and Jerry’s replying to it himself.
“I was glad to see him interested about it,” she said; “it is so unlike him to be so listless. How strange it seems that we should be in any way brought in contact with Silverthorns after all these years!”