As soon as she touched the ground, the lady ran to Jerry and he found
himself gathered convulsively in her arms.
"Oh, Gary, my son! Don't you know me? I am your mother!"
CHAPTER XI
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.
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