"As the Bald One clings to my finger!" She nodded and rose. "I still have packing to do. If you'll excuse me, I'll go right up." "Good-night, Jane," he said steadily. "Good-night, and thank you, Jerry." "For what?" "For understanding." "But I don't. I don't understand anything about you. I don't know why you're going any more than I know where--but I'm trying to see that that doesn't make any difference, that it's your right to see this through your own way." "Jerry, that's better than understanding, that's faith," she said softly, and left him pondering. CHAPTER XXXII Before Jane went to bed a telegram came from Miss Garnett saying she would take them, so she had no need of anxiety on that score. The morning proved gray and cold. Breakfast was a silent affair. Baby was the only cheerful member of the party which started for the station in a taxicab. He was so absorbed in the experience in hand that he provided a topic of interest. "He's keen on taxicabs; this is his second one and see how he takes to it!" said Jerry. "Mebbe he's going to be a 'chauffer,'" suggested Anna. So with trivialities they managed to keep up appearances until Jerry was to leave them. "Will you write to me, Jane?" he asked, bending over her. "No, but I will send for you the minute I am sure of myself. We shall not be far away and we are to be comfortably housed in a place I know, so don't worry about us. Have a good holiday and forget us, Jerry." "That's a good idea," he remarked. He kissed his son, shook hands with Anna. Then, as the engine bell sounded, he laid his hands on Jane's shoulders and looked into her eyes for a long second. Then he was gone. He left in Jane's mind an impression of an appeal he would not let himself make in words. They found Miss Garnett's cottage just as Jane remembered it. There was something soothing about going back to it, as if she had slipped out of the years that had come since, into that other girlish self. She recalled her mother's pleasure in the holiday. How she wished that her frail spirit might come to visit them, and fall victim to small Jerry's charms. Even Miss Garnett looked the same. She was the sort of dried-up creature which shows no age. She did not remember Jane, but she was interested in the baby. They were the only boarders, as it happened, so no one could be disturbed by the boy. They had two big, sunny rooms, with the balcony out of one of them, on which Jerry Jr. could sleep. It was comfortable and independent, the two things Jane desired. The first day was spent in getting unpacked, settling Baby's routine. Jane gave her full attention to all these practical details before she so much as let her mind wander toward the problem she had come here to consider.