[Illustration: "YOU'VE MADE ME SOME STORIES, MOTHER!"]

JEWEL'S STORY BOOK

BY

CLARA LOUISE BURNHAM

WITH ILLUSTRATIONS

 NEW YORK GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS Made in the United States of America

COPYRIGHT 1904 BY CLARA LOUISE BURNHAM

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

_Published October, 1904_

 _TO THE CHILDREN WHO LOVE JEWEL_

CONTENTS

 I. OVER THE 'PHONE

 II. THE BROKER'S OFFICE

 III. THE HOME-COMING

 IV. ON THE VERANDA

 V. THE LIFTED VEIL

 VI. THE DIE IS CAST

 VII. MRS. EVRINGHAM'S GIFTS

 VIII. THE QUEST FLOWER

 IX. THE QUEST FLOWER (CONTINUED)

 X. THE APPLE WOMAN'S STORY

 XI. THE GOLDEN DOG

 XII. THE TALKING DOLL

 XIII. A HEROIC OFFER

 XIV. ROBINSON CRUSOE

 XV. ST. VALENTINE

 XVI. A MORNING RIDE

 XVII. THE BIRTHDAY

XVIII. TRUE DELIGHT

JEWEL'S STORY BOOK

CHAPTER I

OVER THE 'PHONE

Mrs. Forbes, Mr. Evringham's housekeeper, answered the telephone oneafternoon. She was just starting to climb to the second story and did notwish to be hindered, so her "hello" had a somewhat impatient brevity. 

"Mrs. Forbes?"

"Oh, " with a total change of voice and face, "is that you, Mr. Evringham?"

"Please send Jewel to the 'phone. "

"Yes, sir. "

She laid down the receiver, and moving to the foot of the stairs calledloudly, "Jewel!"

"Drat the little lamb!" groaned the housekeeper, "If I was only sure shewas up there; I've got to go up anyway. _Jewel!_" louder. 

"Ye--es!" came faintly from above, then a door opened. "Is somebody callingme?"

Mrs. Forbes began to climb the stairs deliberately while she spoke withenergy. "Hurry down, Jewel. Mr. Evringham wants you on the 'phone. "

"Goody, goody!" cried the child, her feet pattering on the thick carpet asshe flew down one flight and then passed the housekeeper on the next. "Perhaps he is coming out early to ride. "

"Nothing would surprise me less, " remarked Mrs. Forbes dryly as shemounted. 

Jewel flitted to the telephone and picked up the receiver. 

"Hello, grandpa, are you coming out?" she asked. 

"No, I thought perhaps you would like to come in. "

"In where? Into New York?"

"Yes. "

"What are we going to do?" eagerly. 

Mr. Evringham, sitting at the desk in his private office, his head restingon his hand, moved and smiled. His mind pictured the expression on the faceaddressing him quite as distinctly as if no miles divided them. 

"Well, we'll have dinner, for one thing. Where shall it be? At theWaldorf?"

Jewel had never heard the word. 

"Do they have Nesselrode pudding?" she asked, with keen interest. Mrs. Forbes had taken her in town one day and given her some at a restaurant. 

"Perhaps so. You see I've heard from the Steamship Company, and they thinkthat the boat will get in this evening. "

"Oh, grandpa! grandpa! _grandpa!_"

"Softly, softly. Don't break the 'phone. I hear you through the window. "

"When shall I come? Oh, oh, oh!"

"Wait, Jewel. Don't be excited. Listen. Tell Zeke to bring you in to myoffice on the three o'clock train. "

"Yes, grandpa. Oh, please wait a minute. Do you think it would be tooextravagant for me to wear my silk dress?"

"No, let's be reckless and go the whole figure. "

"All right, " tremulously. 

"Good-by. "

"Oh, grandpa, wait. Can I bring Anna Belle?" but only silence remained. 

Jewel hung up the receiver with a hand that was unsteady, and then ranthrough the house and out of doors, leaving every door open behind her in amanner which would have brought reproof from Mrs. Forbes, who had begun tobe Argus-eyed for flies. 

Racing out to the barn, she appeared to 'Zekiel in the harness room like asmall whirlwind. 

"Get on your best things, Zeke, " she cried, hopping up and down; "my fatherand mother are coming. "

"Is this an india rubber girl?" inquired the coachman, pausing to look ather with a smile. "What train?"

"Three o'clock. You're going with me to New York. Grandpa says so; to hisoffice, and the boat's coming to-night. Get ready quick, Zeke, please. I'mgoing to wear my silk dress. "

"Hold on, kid, " for she was flying off. "I'm to go in town with you, am I?Are you sure? I don't want to fix up till I make Solomon look like thirtycents and then find out there's some misdeal. "

"Grandpa wants you to bring me to his office, that's what he said, "returned the child earnestly. "Let's start real _soon_!"

Like a sprite she was back at the house and running upstairs, calling forMrs. Forbes. 

The housekeeper appeared at the door of the front room, empty now for twodays of Mrs. Evringham's trunks, and Jewel with flushed cheeks andsparkling eyes told her great news. 

Mrs. Forbes was instantly sympathetic. "Come right upstairs and let me helpyou get ready. Dear me, to-night! I wonder if they'll want any supper whenthey get here. "

"I don't know. I don't know!" sang Jewel to a tune of her own improvising, as she skipped ahead. 

"I don't believe they will, " mused Mrs. Forbes. "Those customs take so muchtime. It seems a very queer thing to me, Jewel, Mr. Evringham letting youcome in at all. Why, you'll very likely not get home till midnight. "

"Won't it be the most _fun_!" cried the child, dancing to her closet andgetting her checked silk dress. 

"I guess your flannel sailor suit will be the best, Jewel. "

"Grandpa said I might wear my silk. You see I'm going to dinner with him, and that's just like going to a party, and I ought to be very particular, don't you think so?"

"Well, don't sit down on anything dirty at the wharf. I expect you will, "returned Mrs. Forbes with a resigned sigh, as she proceeded to unfastenJewel's tight, thick little braids. 

"Just think what a short time we'll have to miss cousin Eloise, " said thechild. "Day before yesterday she went away, and now to-morrow my mother'llbraid my hair. " She gave an ecstatic sigh. 

"If that's all you wanted your cousin Eloise for--to braid your hair--Iguess I could get to do it as well as she did. "

"Oh, I loved cousin Eloise for everything and I always shall love her, "responded the child quickly. "I only meant I didn't have to trouble youlong with my hair. "

"I think I do it pretty well. "

"Yes, indeed you do--just as _tight_. Do you remember how much it troubledyou when I first came? and now it's so much different!"

"Yes, there are a whole lot of things that are much different, " repliedMrs. Forbes. "How long do you suppose you'll be staying with us now, Jewel?"

The child's face grew sober. "I don't know, because I don't know how longfather and mother can stay. "

"You'll think about this room where you've lived so many weeks, when youget back to Chicago. "

"Yes, I shall think about it lots of times, " said the little girl. "I knewit would be a lovely visit at grandpa's, and it has been. "

She glanced up in the mirror toward the housekeeper's face and saw that thewoman's lips were working suspiciously and her eyes brimming over. 

"You won't be lonely, will you, Mrs. Forbes?" she asked; "because grandpasays you want to live with Zeke in the barn this summer while he shuts upthe house and goes off on his vacation. "

"Oh, yes; it's all right, Jewel, only it just came over me that in a week, or perhaps sooner, you'll be gone. "

"It's real kind of you to be glad to have me stay, " said the child. "I trynot to think about going away, because it does make me feel sorry everytime. You know the soot blows all around in Chicago and we haven't anyyard, and when I think about all the sky and trees here, and the ravine, beside grandpa and you and Zeke and Essex Maid--why I have to just say 'I_won't_ be sorry, ' and then think about father and mother and Star and allthe nice things! I think Star will like the park pretty well. " Jewel lookedinto space thoughtfully, and then shook her head. "I'm sure the morning wego I shall have to say: 'Green pastures are before me' over and over. "

"What do you mean, child?"

"Why, you know the psalm: 'He maketh me to lie down in green pastures. Heleadeth me beside the still waters'?"

"Yes. "

"Well, in our hymnal there's the line of a hymn: 'Green pastures are beforeme, ' and mother and I used to say that line every morning when we woke up, to remind us that Love was going to lead us all day. "

"I'd like to see your mother, " said Mrs. Forbes after a pause. 

"You will, to-night, " cried Jewel, suddenly joyous again. "Oh, Mrs. Forbes, do you think I could take Anna Belle to New York?"

"What did Mr. Evringham say?"

"He went away before I had a chance to ask him. " Jewel looked wistfullytoward the chair where the doll sat by the window, toeing in, her sweetgaze fixed on the wall-paper. "She would enjoy it so!" added the littlegirl. 

"Oh, it's a tiresome trip for children, such late hours, " returned Mrs. Forbes persuasively. "Beside, " with an inspiration, "you'd like your handsfree to help your mother carry her bags, wouldn't you?"

"That's so, " responded Jewel. "Anna Belle would always give up anything forher grandma!" and as the housekeeper finished tying the hair bows, thelittle girl skipped over to the chair and knelt before the doll, explainingthe situation to her with a joyous incoherence mingled with hugs and kissesfrom which the even-tempered Anna Belle emerged apparently dazed butdocile. 

"Come here and get your shoes on, Jewel. "

"My best ones, " returned the child. 

"Oh, yes, the best of everything, " said Mrs. Forbes good-humoredly; andindeed, when Jewel was arrayed, she viewed herself in the mirror withsatisfaction. 

Zeke presented himself soon, fine in a new summer suit and hat, and Mrs. Forbes watched the pair as they walked down the driveway. 

"Now, I can't let the grass grow under my feet, " she muttered. "I expectedto have till to-morrow night to get all the things done that Mr. Evringhamtold me to, but I guess I can get through. "

Jewel and Zeke had ample time for the train. Indeed, the little girl'spatience was somewhat tried before the big headlight came in view. Shecould not do such injustice to her silk dress and daisy-wreathed leghornhat as to hop and skip, so she stood demurely with Zeke on the stationplatform, and as they waited he regarded her happy expectant face. 

"Remember the day you got here, kid?" he asked. 

"Yes. Isn't it a long time since you came and met me with Dick, and he justwhirled us home!"

"Sure it is. And now you're glad to be leaving us. "

"I am not, Zeke!"

"Well, you look in the glass and see for yourself. "

Just then the train came along and Zeke swung the child up to the highstep. The fact that she found a seat by the window added a ray to hershining eyes. Her companion took the place beside her. 

"Yes, " he went on, as the train started, "it's kind of hard on the rest ofus to have you so tickled over the prospect. "

"I'm only happy over father and mother, " returned Jewel. 

"Pretty nice folks, are they?"

Jewel shook her head significantly. "You just wait and see, " she repliedwith zest. 

"Which one do you look like?"

"Like father. Mother's much prettier than father. "

"A beauty, is she?"

"N--o, I don't believe so. She isn't so pretty as cousin Eloise, but thenshe's pretty. "

"That's probably the reason your grandfather likes to see youaround--because you look like his side of the house. "

"Well, " Jewel sighed, "I hope grandpa likes my nose. I don't. "

Zeke laughed. "He seems able to put up with it. I expect there's going tobe ructions around here the next week. "

"What's ructions?"

"Well, some folks might call it error. I don't know. Mr. Evringham's goingto be pretty busy with his own nose. It's going to be put out of jointto-night. The green-eyed monster's going to get on the rampage, or I missmy guess. "

Jewel looked up doubtfully. Zeke was a joker, of course, being a man, butwhat was he driving at now?

"What green-eyed monster?" she asked. 

"Oh, the one that lives in folks' hearts and lays low part of the time, "replied Zeke. 

"Do you mean jealousy; envy, hatred, or malice?" asked Jewel so glibly thather companion stared. 

"Great Scott! What do you know about that outfit?" he asked. 

The child nodded wisely. "I know people believe in them sometimes; but youneedn't think grandpa does, because he doesn't. "

"Mr. Evringham's all right, " agreed Zeke, "but he isn't going to be theonly pebble any longer. Your father and mother will be the whole thingnow. "

The child was thoughtful a moment, then she began earnestly: "Oh, I'm suregrandpa knows how it is about loving. The more people you love, the moreyou can love. I can love father and mother more because I've learned tolove grandpa, and he can love them more too, because he has learned to loveme. "

"Humph! We'll see, " remarked the other, smiling. 

"Is error talking to you, Zeke? Are you laying laws on grandpa?"

"Well, if I am, I'll stop it mighty quick. You don't catch me taking anysuch liberties. Whoa!" drawing on imaginary reins as the engine slackenedat a station. 

Jewel laughed, and from that time until they reached New York they chattedabout her pony Star, and other less important horses, and of the child'santicipation of showing her mother the joys of Bel-Air Park. 

Chapter II

THE BROKER'S OFFICE

It was the first time Jewel had visited her grandfather's office and shewas impressed anew with his importance as she entered the stone buildingand ascended in the elevator to mysterious heights. 

Arrived in an electric-lighted anteroom, Zeke's request to see Mr. Evringham was met by a sharp-eyed young man who denied it with a cold, inquiring stare. Then the glance of this factotum fell to Jewel's uplifted, rose-tinted face and her trustful gaze fixed on his own. 

Zeke twirled his hat slowly between his hands. 

"You just step into Mr. Evringham's office, " he said quietly, "and tell himthe young lady he invited has arrived. "

Jewel wondered how this person, who had the privilege of being near hergrandfather all day, could look so forbidding; but in her happy excitementshe could not refrain from smiling at him under the nodding hat brim. 

"I'm going to dinner with him, " she said softly, "and I _think_ we're goingto have Nesselrode pudding. "

The young man's eyes stared and then began to twinkle. "Oh, " he returned, "in that case"--then he turned and left the visitors. 

When he entered the sanctum of his employer he was smiling. Mr. Evringhamdid not look up at once. When he did, it was with a brief, "Well?"

"A young lady insists upon seeing you, sir. "

"Kindly stop grinning, Masterson, and tell her she must state herbusiness. "

"She has done so, sir, " but Masterson did not stop grinning. "She lookslike a summer girl, and I guess she is one. "

Mr. Evringham frowned at this unprecedented levity. "What is her business, briefly?" he asked curtly. 

"To eat Nesselrode pudding, sir. "

The broker started. "Ah!" he exclaimed, and though he still frowned, hereflected his junior's smile. "Is there some one with her?"

"A young man. "

"Send them in, please. "

Masterson obeyed and managed to linger until his curiosity was bothappeased and heightened by seeing Jewel run across the Turkish rug andcompletely submerge the stately gray head beneath the brim of her hat. 

"Well, I'll--be--everlastingly"--thought Masterson, as he softly passed outand closed the door behind him. "Even Achilles could get it in the heel, but I'll swear I didn't believe the old man had a joint in his armor. "

Zeke stood twisting his hat, and when his employer was allowed to come tothe surface, he spoke respectfully:--

"Mother said I was to bring word if you would like a late supper, sir. "

"Tell Mrs. Forbes that it will be only something light, if anything. Sheneed not prepare. "

Jewel danced to the door with her escort as he went. "Good-by, Zeke, " shesaid gayly. "Thank you for bringing me. "

"Good-by, Jewel, " he returned in subdued accents, and stumbling on thethreshold, passed out with a furtive wave of his hat. 

The child returned and jumped into a chair by the desk, reserved for theselected visitors who succeeded in invading this precinct. "I suppose youaren't quite through, " she said, fixing her host with a blissful gaze as heworked among a scattered pile of papers. 

"Very nearly, " he returned. He saw that she was near to bubbling over withideas ready to pour out to him. He knew, too, that she would wait his time. It entertained him to watch her furtively as she gave herself to inspectingthe furnishings of the room and the pictures on the wall, then looked downat the patent leather tips of her best shoes as they swung to and fro. Atlast she began to look at him more and more wistfully, and to view thefurnishings of the large desk. It had a broad shelf at the top. 

Suddenly Jewel caught sight of a picture standing there in a square frame, and an irrepressible "Oh!" escaped from her lips. 

She pressed her hands together and Mr. Evringham saw a deeper rose in hercheeks. He followed her eyes, and silently taking the picture from the deskplaced it in her lap. She clasped it eagerly. It was a fine photograph ofEssex Maid, her grandfather's mare. 

In a minute he spoke:--

"Now I think I'm about through, Jewel, " he said, leaning back in hischair. 

"Oh, grandpa, do these cost very much?"

"Why? Do you want to have Star sit for his picture?"

"Yes, it _would_ be nice to have a picture of Star, wouldn't it! I neverthought of that. I mean to ask mother if I can. "

The broker winced. 

"What I was thinking of was, could I have a picture of Essex Maid to takewith me to Chicago?"

Mr. Evringham nodded. "I will get you one. " He kept on nodding slightly, and Jewel noted the expression of his eyes. Her bright look began to cloudas her grandfather continued to gaze at her. 

"You'd like to have a picture of Star to keep, wouldn't you?" she askedsoftly, her head falling a little to one side in loving recognition of hissadness. 

"Yes, " he answered, rather gruffly, "and I've been thinking for some weeksthat there was a picture lacking on my desk here. "

"Star's?" asked Jewel. 

"No. Yours. Are there any pictures of you?"

"No, only when I was a baby. You ought to see me. I was as _fat_!"

"We'll have some photographs of you. "

"Oh, " Jewel spoke wistfully, "I wish I was pretty. "

"Then you wouldn't be an Evringham. "

"Why not? You are, " returned the child, so spontaneously that slow colormounted to the broker's face, and he smiled. 

"I look like my mother's family, they say. At any rate, "--after a pauseand scrutiny of her, --"it's your face, it's my Jewel's face, that suits meand that I want to keep. If I can find somebody who can do it and notchange you into some one else, I am going to have a little picture painted;a miniature, that I can carry in my pocket when Essex Maid and I are leftalone. "

The brusque pain in his tone filled Jewel's eyes, and her little handsclasped tighter the frame she held in her lap. 

"Then you will give me one of you, too, grandpa?"

"Oh, child, " he returned, rather hoarsely, "it's too late to be painting myleather countenance. "

"No one could paint it just as I know it, " said Jewel softly. "I know allthe ways you look, grandpa, --when you're joking or when you're sorry, orhappy, and they're all in here, " she pressed one hand to her breast in asimple fervor that, with her moist eyes, compelled Mr. Evringham to swallowseveral times; "but I'd like one in my hand to show to people when I tellthem about you. "

The broker looked away and fussed with an envelope. 

"Grandpa, " continued the child after a pause, "I've been thinking thatthere's one secret we've got to keep from father and mother. "

Mr. Evringham looked back at her. This was the most cheering word he hadheard for some time. 

"It wouldn't be loving to let them know how sorry it makes us to saygood-by, would it? I get such lumps in my throat when I think about notriding with you or having breakfast together. I do work over it and thinkhow happy it will be to have father and mother again, and how Love gives useverything we ought to have and everything like that; but I_have_--cried--twice, thinking about it! Even Anna Belle is mortified theway I act. I know you feel sorry, too, and we've got to demonstrate overit; but it'll come so soon, and I guess I didn't begin to work in time. Anyway, I was wondering if we couldn't just have a secret and manage not tosay good-by to each other. " The corners of the child's mouth were twitchingdown now, and she took out a small handkerchief and wiped her eyes. 

Mr. Evringham blew his nose violently, and crossing the office turned thekey in the door. 

"I think that would be an excellent plan, Jewel, " he returned, ratherthickly, but with an endeavor to speak heartily. "Of course yourconfounded--I mean to say your--your parents will naturally expect you tofollow their plans and"--he paused. 

"And it would be so unloving to let them think that I was sorry after theylet me have such a beautiful visit, and if we can _just_--manage not to saygood-by, everything will be so much easier. "

The broker stood looking at her while the plaintive voice made music forhim. "I'm going to try to manage just that thing if it's in the books, " hesaid, after waiting a little, and Jewel, looking up at him with an Aprilsmile, saw that his eyes were wet. 

"You're so good, grandpa, " she returned tremulously; "and I won't even kissEssex Maid's neck--not the last morning. "

He sat down with fallen gaze, and Jewel caught her lip with her teeth asshe looked at him. Then suddenly the leghorn hat was on the floor, daisyside down, while she climbed into his lap and her soft cheek buried itselfunder Mr. Evringham's ear. 

"How m-many m-miles off is Chicago?" stammered the child, trying to repressher sobs, all happy considerations suddenly lost in the realization of hergrandfather's lonely lot. 

"A good many more than it ought to be. Don't cry, Jewel. " The broker'sheart swelled within him as he pressed her to his breast. Her sorrow filledhim with tender elation, and he winked hard. 

"There isn't--isn't any sorrow--in mind, grandpa. Shouldn't you--you thinkI'd--remember it? Divine Love always--always takes care--of us--and justbecause--I don't see how He's going--going to this time--I'm crying! Oh, it's so--so naughty!"

Mr. Evringham swallowed fast. He never had wondered so much as he did thisminute just how obstinate or how docile those inconvenient and superfluousindividuals--Jewel's parents--would prove. 

He cleared his throat. "Come, come, " he said, and he kissed the warm pinkrose of the child's cheek. "Don't spoil those bright eyes just when you'regoing to have your picture taken. We're going to have the jolliest time youever heard of!"

Jewel's little handkerchief was wet and Mr. Evringham put his own into herhand and they went into the lavatory where she used the wet corner of atowel while he told her about the photographer who had taken Essex Maid'spicture and should take Star's. 

Then the cherished leghorn hat was rescued from its ignominy and replacedcarefully on its owner's head. 

"But I never thought you meant to have my picture taken this afternoon, "said Jewel, her lips still somewhat tremulous. 

"I didn't until a minute ago, but I think we can find somebody who won'tmind doing it late in the day. "

"Yours too, then, grandpa. --Oh, _yes_, " and at last a smile beamed like thesun out of an April sky, "right on the same card with me!"

"Oh, no, no, Jewel; no, no!"

"Yes, _please_, grandpa, " earnestly, "do let's have one nice nose in thepicture!" She lifted eyes veiled again with a threatening mist. "And you'llput your arm around me--and then I'll look at it"--her lip twitched. 

"Yes, oh, yes, I--I think so, " hastily. "We'll see, and then, afterthat--how much Nesselrode pudding do you think you can eat? I tell you, Jewel, we're going to have the time of our lives!" Mr. Evringham struck hishands together with such lively anticipation that the child's spirits rose. 

"Yes, " she responded, "and then after dinner, _what_?" She gazed at him. 

The broker tapped his forehead as if knocking at the door of memory. 

"Father and mother!" she cried out, laughing and beginning to hopdiscreetly. "You forgot, grandpa, you forgot. Your own little boy cominghome and you forgot!"

"Well, that's a fact, Jewel; that I suppose I had better remember. He is myown boy--and I don't know but I owe him something after all. "

CHAPTER III

HOME-COMING

Again Jewel and her grandfather stood on the wharf where the great boats, ploughing their way through the mighty seas, come finally, each into itsown place, as meekly as the horse seeks his stable. 

The last time they stood here they were strangers watching the departure ofthose whom now they waited, hand in hand, to greet. 

"Jewel, you made me eat too much dinner, " remarked Mr. Evringham. "I feelas if my jacket was buttoned, in spite of the long drive we've taken since. I went to my tailor this morning, and what do you think he told me?"

"What? That you needed some new clothes?"

"Oh, he always tells me that. He told me that I was growing fat! There, young lady, what do you think of that?"

"I think you are, too, grandpa, " returned the child, viewing himcritically. 

"Well, you take it coolly. Supposing I should lose my waist, and all yourfault!"

Jewel drew in her chin and smiled at him. 

"Supposing I go waddling about! Eh?"

She laughed. "But how would it be my fault?" she asked. 

"Didn't you ever hear the saying 'laugh and grow fat'? How many times haveyou made me laugh since we left the office?"

Jewel began to tug on his hand as she jumped up and down. "Oh, grandpa, doyou think our pictures will be good?"

"I think yours will. "

"Not yours?" the hopping ceased. 

"Oh, yes, excellent, probably. I haven't had one taken in so many years, how can I tell? but here's one day that they can't get away from us, Jewel. This eighth of June has been a good day, hasn't it--and mind, you're not totell about the pictures until we see how they come out. "

"Yes, haven't we had _fun_? The be-_eau_tiful hotel, and the drive in thepark, and the ride in the boats and"--

"Speaking of boats, there it is now. They're coming, " remarked Mr. Evringham. 

"Who?"

"Mr. And Mrs. Henry Thayer Evringham, " returned the broker dryly. "Steady, Jewel, steady now. It will be quite a while before you see them. "

The late twilight had faded and the June night begun, the wharf was dimlylighted and there was the usual crowd of customs officers, porters, and menand women waiting to see friends. All moved and changed like figures in akaleidoscope before Jewel's unwinking gaze; but the long minutes dragged byuntil at last her father and mother appeared among the passengers who camein procession down the steep incline from the boat. 

Mr. Evringham drew back a step as father, mother, and child clung to eachother, kissing and murmuring with soft exclamations. Harry extricatedhimself first and shook hands with his father. 

"Awfully good of you to get us the courtesy of the port, " he said heartily. 

"Don't mention it, " returned the broker, and Julia released Jewel andturned upon Mr. Evringham her grateful face. 

"But so many things are good of you, " she said feelingly, as she held outher hand. "It will take us a long time to give thanks. "

"Not at all, I assure you, " responded the broker coldly, but his heart washot within him. "If they have the presumption to thank me for taking careof Jewel!" he was thinking as he dropped his daughter-in-law's hand. 

"What a human iceberg!" she thought. "How has Jewel been able to take it socheerfully? Ah, the blessed, loving heart of a child!"

Meanwhile Mr. Evringham turned to his son and continued: "The courtesy ofthe port does shorten things up a bit, and I have a man from the customswaiting. "

Harry followed him to see about the luggage, and Mrs. Evringham and Jewelsat down on a pile of boxes to wait. The mother's arm was around the littlegirl, and Jewel had one of the gloved hands in both her own. 

"Oh, " she exclaimed, suddenly starting up, "Mrs. Forbes thought I'd betterwear my sailor suit instead of this, and she told me not to sit down onanything dirty. " She carefully turned up the skirt of her little frock andseated herself again on a very brief petticoat. 

Mrs. Evringham smiled. "Mrs. Forbes is careful of you, isn't she?" sheasked. Her heart was in a tumult of happiness and also of curiosity as toher child's experiences in the last two months. Jewel's letters hadconveyed that she was content, and joy in her pony had been freelyexpressed. The mother's mental picture of the stiff, cold individual towhose doubtful mercies she had confided her child at such short notice hadbeen softened by the references to him in Jewel's letters; and it was witha shock of disappointment that she found herself repulsed now by the sameunyielding personality, the same cold-eyed, unsmiling, fastidiously dressedfigure, whose image had lingered in her memory. A dozen eager questionsrose to her lips, but she repressed them. 

"Jewel must have had a glimpse of the real man, " she thought. "I must notcloud her perception. " It did not occur to her, however, that the childcould even now feel less than awe of the stern guardian with whom she hadsucceeded in living at peace, and who had, from time to time, bestowed uponher gifts. One of these Mrs. Evringham noticed now. 

"Oh, that's your pretty watch!" she said. 

"Yes, " returned the child, "this is Little Faithful. Isn't he a darling?"

The mother smiled as she lifted the silver cherub. "You've named him?" shereturned. "Why, it is a beauty, Jewel. How kind of your grandfather!"

"Yes, indeed. It was so I wouldn't stay in the ravine too long. "

"How is Anna Belle?"

"Dear Anna Belle!" exclaimed the little girl wistfully. "What a good timeshe would have had if I could have brought her! But you see I needed bothmy hands to help carry bags; and she understood about it and sent her love. She'll be sitting up waiting for you. "

Mrs. Evringham cast a look toward Harry and his father. "I'm not sure"--shebegan, "I hardly think we shall go to Bel-Air to-night. How would you liketo stay in at the hotel with us, and then we could go out to the houseto-morrow and pack your trunk?"

Jewel looked very sober at this. "Why, it would be pretty hard to wait, mother, " she replied. "Hotels are splendid. Grandpa and I had dinner atone. It's named the Waldorf and it has woods in it just like outdoors; butI thought you'd be in a hurry to see Star and the Ravine of Happiness andZeke. "

"Well, we'll wait, " returned Mrs. Evringham vaguely. She was more thandoubtful of an invitation to Bel-Air Park even for one night; but Harrymust arrange it. "We'll see what father says, " she added. "What a prettylocket, my girlie!" As she spoke she lifted a gold heart that hung on aslender gold chain around Jewel's neck. 

"Yes. Cousin Eloise gave me that when she went away. She has had it eversince she was as little as I am, and she said she left her heart with me. I'm so sorry you won't see cousin Eloise. "

"So she and her mother have gone away. Were they sorry to go? Did Mr. Evringham--perhaps--think"--the speaker paused. She remembered Jewel'sletter about the situation. 

"No, they weren't sorry. They've gone to the seashore; but cousin Eloiseand I love each other very much, and her room is so empty now that I've hadto keep remembering that you were coming and everything was happy. I guesscousin Eloise is the prettiest girl in the whole world; and since shestopped being sorry we've had the most _fun_. "

"I wish I could see her!" returned Mrs. Evringham heartily. She longed tothank Eloise for supplying the sunshine of love to her child while thegrandfather was providing for her material wants. She looked at Jewel now, a picture of health and contentment, her bits of small finery in watch andlocket standing as symbols of the care and affection she had received. 

"Divine Love has been so kind to us, dearie, " she said softly, as shepressed the child closer to her. "He has brought father and mother backacross the ocean and has given you such loving friends while we were gone. "

In a future day Mrs. Evringham was to learn something of the inner historyof the progress of this little pilgrim during her first days at Bel-Air;but the shadows had so entirely faded from Jewel's consciousness that shecould not have told it herself--not even such portions of it as she hadonce realized. 

"Yes, indeed, I love Bel-Air and all the people. Even aunt Madge kissed mewhen she went away and said 'Good-by, you queer little thing!'"

"What did she mean?" asked Mrs. Evringham. 

"I don't know. I didn't tell grandpa, because I thought he might not likepeople calling me queer, but I asked Zeke. "

"He's Mr. Evringham's coachman, isn't he?"

"Yes, and he's the nicest man, but he only told me that aunt Madge hadwheels. I asked him what kind of wheels, and he said he guessed they wererubber-tired, because she was always rubbering and she made people tired. You know Zeke is such a joker, so I haven't found out yet what aunt Madgemeant, and it isn't any matter because"--Jewel reached up and hugged hermother, "you've come home. "

Here the two men approached. "No more time for spooning, " said Harrycheerfully. "We're going now, little girls. "

After all, there was nothing for Jewel to carry. Her father and grandfatherhad the dress-suit case and bags. 

Mrs. Evringham looked inquiringly at her husband, but he was gayly talkingwith Jewel as the four walked out to the street. 

Mr. Evringham led the way to a carriage that was standing there. "This isours, " he said, opening the door. 

Harry put the bags up beside the driver while his wife entered the vehicle, still in doubt as to their destination. Jewel jumped in beside her. 

"You'd better move over, dear, " said her mother quietly. "Let Mr. Evringhamride forward. "

She was not surprised that Jewel was ignorant of carriage etiquette. It wasseldom that either of them had seen the inside of one. 

The broker heard the suggestion. "_Place aux dames_, " he said, briefly, andmoved the child back with one hand. Then he entered, Harry jumped in besidehim, slammed the door, and they rolled away. 

"If Anna Belle was here the whole family would be together, " said Jeweljoyously. "I don't care which one I sit by. I love everybody in thiscarriage!"

"You do, eh, rascal?" returned her father, putting his hand over in hersilken lap and giving her a little shake. "Where is the great and good AnnaBelle?"

"Waiting for us. Just think of it, all this time! Grandpa, are we goinghome with you?"

"What do you mean?" inquired the broker, and the tone of the curt questionchilled the spine of his daughter-in-law. "Were you thinking of spendingthe night in the ferry-house, perhaps?"

"Why, no, only mother said"--

Mrs. Evringham pressed the child's arm. "That was nothing, Jewel; I simplydidn't know what the plan was, " she put in hastily. 

"Oh, of course, " went on the little girl. "Mother didn't know aunt Madgeand cousin Eloise were gone, and she didn't believe there'd be room. Shedoesn't know how big the house is, does she, grandpa?" An irresistible yawnseized the child, and in the middle of it her father leaned forward andchucked her under the chin. 

Her jaws came together with a snap. "There! you spoiled that nice one!" sheexclaimed, jumping up and laughing as she flung herself upon her bigplaymate, and a small scuffle ensued in which the wide leghorn hat brimsawed against Mr. Evringham's shoulder and neck in a manner that causedMrs. Evringham's heart to leap toward her throat. How _could_ Harry be sothoughtless! A street lamp showed the grim lines of the broker's avertedface as he gazed stonily out to the street. 

"Come here, Jewel; sit still, " said the mother, striving to pull thelittle girl back into her seat. 

Harry was laughing and holding his agile assailant off as best he might, and at his wife's voice aided her efforts with a gentle push. Jewel sankback on the cushion. 

"Oh, what bores he thinks us. I know he does!" reflected Julia, capturingher child in one arm and holding her close. To her surprise and evendismay, Jewel spoke cheerfully after another yawn:--

"Grandpa, how far is it to the ferry? How long, I mean?"

"About fifteen minutes. "

"Well, that's a good while. My eyes do feel as if they had sticks in them. Don't you wish we could cross in a swan boat, grandpa?"

"Humph!" he responded. Mrs. Evringham gave the child a little squeezeintended to be repressive. Jewel wriggled around a minute trying to get acomfortable position. 

"Tell father and mother about Central Park and the swan boats, grandpa, "she continued. 

"You tell them to-morrow, when you're not so sleepy, " he replied. 

Jewel took off her large hat, and nestling her head on her mother'sshoulder, put an arm around her. "Mother, mother!" she sighed happily, "areyou really home?"

"Really, really, " replied Mrs. Evringham, with a responsive squeeze. 

Mr. Evringham sat erect in silence, still gazing out the window with aforbidding expression. 

There were buttons on her mother's gown that rubbed Jewel's cheek. Shetried to avoid them for a minute and then sat up. "Father, will you changeplaces with me?" she asked sleepily. "I want to sit by grandpa. "

Mrs. Evringham's eyes widened, and in spite of her earnest "Dearie!" thetransfer was made and Jewel crept under Mr. Evringham's arm, which closednaturally around her. She leaned against him and shut her eyes. 

"You mustn't go to sleep, " he said. 

"I guess I shall, " returned the child softly. 

"No, no. You mustn't. Think of the lights crossing the ferry. You'll lose alot if you're asleep. They're fine to see. We can't carry you and theluggage, too. Brace up, now--Come, come! I shouldn't think you were anyolder than Anna Belle. "

Jewel laughed sleepily, and the broker held her hand in his while he pushedher upright. Mr. And Mrs. Evringham looked on, the latter marveling at thechild's nonchalance. 

Now, for the first time, the host became talkative. 

"How many days have you to give us, Harry?" he asked. 

"A couple, perhaps, " replied the young man. 

"Two days, father!" exclaimed Jewel, in dismay, wide awake in an instant. 

"Oh, that's a stingy visit, " remarked Mr. Evringham. 

"Not half long enough, " added Jewel. "There's so much for you to see. "

"Oh, we can see a lot in two days, " returned Harry. "Think of the littlegirls in Chicago, Jewel. They won't forgive me if I don't bring you homepretty soon. " He leaned forward and took his child's free hand. "How doyou suppose father has got along without his little girl all these weeks, eh, baby?"

"It _is_ a long time since you went away, " she returned, "but I was rightin your room every night, and daytimes I played in your ravine. Bel-AirPark is the beautifulest place in the whole world. Two days isn't any timeto stay there, father. "

"H'm, I'm glad you've been so happy. " Sincere feeling vibrated in thespeaker's voice. "We don't know how to thank your grandpa, do we?"

A street lamp showed Jewel, as she turned and smiled up into the impassiveface Mr. Evringham turned upon her. 

"You can safely leave that to her, " said the broker briefly, but he did notremove his eyes from the upturned ones. 

"It is beyond me, " thought Mrs. Evringham; "but love is a miracle-worker. "

The glowing lights of the ferry passed, Jewel did go to sleep in the train. Her father, unaware that he was trespassing, took her in his arms, and, tired out with all the excitement of the day and the lateness of the hour, the child instantly became unconscious; but by the time they reached home, the bustle of arrival and her interest in showing her parents about, aidedher in waking to the situation. 

Mrs. Forbes stood ready to welcome the party. Ten years had passed sinceHarry Evringham had stood in the home of his boyhood, and the housekeeperthought she perceived that he was moved by a contrite memory; but he spokewith bluff heartiness as he shook hands with her; and Mrs. Forbes lookedwith eager curiosity into the sweet face of Mrs. Evringham, as the lattergreeted her and said something grateful concerning the housekeeper'skindness to Jewel. 

"It's very little you have to thank me for, ma'am, " replied Mrs. Forbes, charmed at once by the soft gaze of the dark eyes. 

The little cavalcade moved upstairs to the handsome rooms so latelyvacated. They were brilliant with light and fragrant with roses. 

"How beautiful!" exclaimed Mrs. Evringham, while Jewel hopped up and down, as wide awake as any little girl in town, delighted with the galaappearance of everything. 

Mr. Evringham looked critically into the face of his daughter-in-law. Herewas the woman to whom he owed Jewel, and all that she was and all that shehad taught him. Her face was what he might have expected. It looked verycharming now as the pretty eyes met his. She was well-dressed, too, and Mr. Evringham liked that. 

"I hope you will be very much at home here, Julia, " he said; and though hedid not smile, it was certain that, whether from a sense of duty or not, hehad taken pains to make their welcome a pleasant one. 

Jewel had, evidently, no slightest fear of his cold reserve. With thechild's hand in hers, Julia took courage to reply warmly: "Thank you, father, it is a joy to be here. "

She had called him "father, " this elegant stranger, and her heart beat alittle faster, but her husband's arm went around her. 

"America's all right, eh, Julia?"

"Come in cousin Eloise's room, " cried Jewel. "That's all lighted, too. Arethey going to have them both, grandpa?"

She danced ahead, through a spacious white-tiled bathroom and into theadjoining apartment. There an unexpected sight met the child's eyes. In therosy depths of a large chintz chair sat Anna Belle, loyally keeping hereyes open in spite of the hour. 

Jewel rushed toward her. There were plenty of flowers scattered about inthis room, also, and the child suddenly caught sight of her own toiletarticles on the dresser. 

"My things are down here in cousin Eloise's room, grandpa!" she cried, sosurprised that she delayed picking up her doll. 

"Why, why!" said Mr. Evringham, throwing open the door of the large closetand then opening a bureau drawer. Within both receptacles were Jewel'sbelongings, neatly arranged. "This is odd!" he added. 

"Grandpa, grandpa!" cried the child, rushing at him and clasping her armsaround his waist. "You're going to let me sleep down here by father andmother!"

Mr. Evringham regarded her unsmilingly. Jewel's parents both looked on, more than half expecting a snub to meet the energetic onslaught. "You won'tobject, will you?" he asked. 

Jewel pulled him down and whispered something in his ear. The curiouson-lookers saw the sweeping mustache curve in a smile as he straightened upagain. As a matter of fact they were both curious to know what she had saidto him. 

"You're whispering in company, Jewel, " remarked her father. 

"Oh, please excuse me!" said the child. "I forgot to remember. Here's AnnaBelle, father. "

"My, my, my!" ejaculated Harry Evringham, coming forward. "How that childhas grown!"

CHAPTER IV

ON THE VERANDA

What a luxurious, happy, sleepy time Jewel had that night in the prettyrose-bower where her mother undressed her while her father and grandfatherwent back downstairs. 

It was very sweet to be helped and cuddled as if she were again a baby, andas she lay in bed and watched her mother setting the flowers in thebathroom and arranging everything, she tried to talk to her on some of thesubjects that were uppermost in her mind. Mrs. Evringham came at last andlay down beside her. Jewel nestled into the loving arms and kissed hercheek. 

"I'm too happy to go to sleep, " she declared, then sighed, and instantlypretty room and pretty mother had disappeared. 

Mrs. Evringham lay there on the luxurious bed, the sleeping child in herarms, and her thoughts were rich with gratitude. Her life had never beenfree from care: first as a young girl in her widowed mother's home, then aswife of the easy-going and unprincipled youth, whose desertion of her andher baby had filled her cup of bitterness, though she bravely struggled on. Her mother had died; and soon afterward the light of Christian Science haddawned upon her path. Strengthened by its support, she had grown into newhealth and courage, and life was beginning to blossom for her when herrepentant husband returned. 

For a time his wayward habits were a care to her; but he was sincerelyashamed of himself, and the discovery of the development of character inthe pretty girl whom he had left six years before roused his manhood. Toher joy he began to take an interest in the faith which had wrought suchchanges in her, and after that she had no doubts of the outcome. From themoment when she obtained for him a business position, it became hisambition to take his rightful place in the world and to guard her fromrough contact, and though as yet he still leaned upon her judgment, and sheknew herself to be the earthly mainspring of all their business affairs, she knew, also, that his desire was right, and the knowledge sweetened herdays. 

Here in this home which was, to her unaccustomed eyes, palatial in itsappointments, with her child again in her arms, she gave thanks for the joyof the present hour. A day or two of pleasure in these surroundings, andthen she and Harry would relieve Mr. Evringham of the care they had imposedupon him. 

He had borne it nobly, there was no doubt about that. He had evencomplicated existence by giving Jewel a pony. How a pony would fit into thefrugal, busy life of the Chicago apartment, Julia did not know; but herchild's dearest wish had been gratified, and there was nothing to do butappreciate and enjoy the fact. After all, Harry's father must have morepaternal affection than her husband had ever given him credit for; for evenon the most superficial acquaintance one could see that any adaptation ofhis life and tastes to those of a child would have to come with creakingdifficulty to the stock broker, and the fact of Jewel's ease with him toldan eloquent story of how far Mr. Evringham must have constrained himselffor Harry's sake. 

Her thoughts flowed on and had passed to business and all that awaited themin Chicago, when her husband rejoined her. She rose from the bed as he camein, and hand in hand they stood and looked down at Jewel, asleep. 

Harry stooped and kissed the flushed cheek. 

"Don't wake her, dear, " said Julia, smiling at the energy of the caress. 

"Wake her? I don't believe a clap of thunder would have that effect. Why, she and father have been painting the town; dining at the Waldorf, drivingin the park, riding in the swan boats, and then hanging around that dock. Bless her little heart, I should think she'd sleep for twenty-four hours. "

"How wonderfully kind of him!" returned Julia. "You need never tell meagain, Harry, that your father doesn't love you. "

"Oh, loving hasn't been much in father's line, but we hope it will be, "returned the young man as he slipped an arm around his wife. "Do youremember the last time we stood watching Jewel asleep? I do. It was in thatbeastly hotel the night before we sailed. "

"Oh, Harry!" Julia buried her face a moment on his shoulder. "Shall youever forget our relief when her first letter came, showing that she washappy? Do you remember the hornpipe you danced in our lodgings and how youshocked the landlady? Your father may not _call_ it loving, but his careand thoughtfulness have expressed that and he can't help my loving _him_forever and forever for being kind to Jewel. "

Harry gave his head a quick shake. "I'll be hanged if I can see how anybodycould be unkind to her, " he remarked. 

"Oh, well, you've never been an elderly man, set in your ways and used toliving alone. I'm sure it meant a great deal to him. Think of his doing allthat for her this afternoon. "

"Oh, he had to pass the time somehow, and he couldn't very well refuse tolet her come in to meet us. Besides, she's on the eve of going away, andfather likes to do the handsome thing. He was doing it for other people, though, when Lawrence and I were kids. He never took us in any swan boats. "

"Poor little boys!" murmured Julia. 

"Oh, not at all, " returned Harry, laughing rather sardonically. "We tookourselves in the swan boats and in a variety of other places not sopicturesque. Father's purse strings were always loose, and so long as wekept out of his way he didn't care what we did. Nice old place, this, Julia?"

"Oh, it's very fine. I had no idea how fine. " Her tone was somewhatawestruck. 

"I used to know, absolutely, that father was through with me, and thattherefore I was through with Bel-Air; but I'm a new man, " the speakersmiled down at his wife and pressed her closer to him, "and I've beentelling father why, and how. "

"Is that what you've been talking about?"

"Yes. He seemed interested to hear of my business and prospects and askedme a lot of questions; so, as I only began to live less than a year ago, Icouldn't answer them without telling him who and what had set me on myfeet. "

"Oh, Harry! You've really been talking about Science?"

"Yes, my dear, and about you; and I tell you, he wasn't bored. When I'd letup a little he'd ask me another question; and at last he said, father did, 'Well, I believe she'll make a man of you yet, Harry!' Not toocomplimentary, I admit, but I swallowed it and never flinched. I knew hewasn't going to see enough of you in two days to half know you, so I justthought I'd give him a few statistics, and they made an impression, Iassure you. After that if he wanted to set me down a little it was no morethan I deserved, and he was welcome. "

For a long moment the two looked into one another's eyes, then Harry spokein a subdued tone:--

"You've done a lot for me, Julia; but the biggest thing of all, the thingthat is most wonderful and that means the most to me, and for which I'dworship you through eternity if it was _all_ you'd done, is that you havetaught me of Christian Science and shown me how it has guarded that child'slove and respect for me, when I was forfeiting both every hour. I'll workto my last day, my girl, to show you my gratitude for that. "

"Darling boy!" she murmured. 

Next morning at rising time Jewel was still wrapped in slumber. Her parentslooked at her before going downstairs. 

"Do you know, I can't help feeling a bit relieved, " laughed Julia softly, "that she won't go down with us. The little thing is rather thoughtlesswith her grandfather, and though he has evidently schooled himself toendure her energetic ways, I can't help feeling a bit anxious all the time. He has borne it so well this long that I want to get her away before shebreaks the camel's back. When do you think we can go, Harry?"

"To-morrow or next day. You might get things packed to-day. I really oughtto go, but I don't want to seem in a hurry. "

"Oh, yes, do let us go to-morrow, " returned Julia eagerly. 

The Westminster clock on the stairs chimed as they passed down, and Mr. Evringham was waiting for them in the dining-room. As he said good-morninghe looked beyond them, expectantly. 

Mrs. Forbes greeted them respectfully and indicated their seats. 

"Where is Jewel?" asked the host. 

"In dreamland. You couldn't waken her with a volley of artillery, " returnedHarry cheerfully. 

"H'm, " returned his father. 

They all took their places at the table and Julia remarked on the charmingoutlook from the windows. 

"Yes, " returned the host. "I'm sorry I can't stay at home this morning anddo the honors of the park. I shall leave that to Harry and Jewel. As wewere rather late last night I didn't take my canter this morning. If youwish to have a turn on the mare, Harry, Zeke knows that the stables are inyour hands. No one but myself rides Essex Maid, but I'll make a shiningexception of you. "

"I appreciate the honor, " returned Harry lightly, but as a matter of facthe did not at all grasp its extent. 

"If you'd like to take your wife for a drive there's the Spider. The childwill want to show you her pony and will probably get you off on someexcursion. Tell her there is time enough and not to make you do two days'work in one. "

After breakfast the trio adjourned to the piazza and Julia looked out onthe thick, dewy grass and spreading trees. 

"I believe the park improves, father, " said Harry, smiling as he noted hiswife's delight in the charming landscape. 

Deep armchairs and tables, rugs and a wicker divan furnished a portion ofthe piazza. "How will little Jewel like the apartment after this?" Juliacould not help asking herself the question mentally. She no longer wonderedat the child's content here, even without the companionship of otherchildren. It must be an unimaginative little maid who, supported by AnnaBelle, could not weave a fairy-land in this fresh paradise. 

"Won't you be seated?" said the broker, waving his hand toward the chairs. The others obeyed as he took his place. "Let us know a little, now, what weare doing. What did I understand you to say, Harry, is your limit fortime?"

"Well, I ought, really, to go west to-morrow, father. "

Mr. Evringham nodded and turned his incisive glance upon hisdaughter-in-law. "And you, Julia?"

She smiled brightly at him. He observed that her complexion bore thesunlight well. "Oh, Jewel and I go with him, of course, " she responded, confident that her reply would convey satisfaction. 

"H'm. Indeed! Now it seems to me that you would be the better for avacation. "

"Why! Haven't I just had a trip to Europe?"

"Yes, I should think you had. From all that Harry tells me, I judge whatwith hunting up fashions and fabrics and corset-makers and all the rest ofit, you have done the work, daily, of about two able-bodied men. "

"That's right, " averred Harry. "I was too much of a greenhorn to give hermuch assistance. "

"Still, you understand your own end of the business, I take it, " said hisfather, turning suddenly upon him. 

"Yes, I do. I believe the firm will say I'm the square peg in the squarehole. "

"Then why not take a vacation, Julia?" asked the broker again. 

"Harry is doing splendidly, " she returned gently, "but we can't live on thesalary he gets now. He needs my help for a while, yet. I'm going to be alady of leisure some day. " The broker caught the glance of confidence shesent his boy. 

"I'm screwing up my courage now to strike them for more, " said Harry. "Itfrets me worse every day to see that girl delving away, and a greatstrapping, hulking chap like me not able to prevent it. "

His father looked gravely at the young wife. "Let him begin now, " he said. "He doesn't need your apron string any longer. "

"What do you mean?" asked Julia, half timidly. 

"Stay here with me a while and let Harry go west. I will take you and Jewelto the seashore. "

"Hurray!" cried Harry, his face radiant. "Julia, why, you won't knowyourself strolling on the sands with a parasol while your poor delicatehusband is toiling and moiling away in the dingy city. Good for you, father! You lift that pretty nose of hers up from the grindstone whereshe's held it so many years that she doesn't know anything different. Hurray, Julia!" In his enthusiasm the speaker rose and leaned over thechair of his astonished wife. "You wake up in the morning and read a novelinstead of your appointment book for a while, " he went on. "The Chicagowomen's summer clothes are all made by this time, anyway. Play lady foronce and come back to me the color of mahogany. Go ahead!"

"Why, Harry, how can I? What would you do?"

"I'm hanged if I don't show you what I'd do, and do it well, too, " hereturned. 

"But I ought to go home first, " faltered the bewildered woman. 

"Not a bit of it. I'll tackle the firm and the apartment, all right; and tobe plain, we can't afford the needless car fare. "

"But, father, " Julia appealed to him, "is it right to make Harry get onstill longer without Jewel?"

"Perfectly right. Entirely so, " rejoined the broker decidedly. 

"Of course he doesn't realize how we feel about Jewel, " thought Julia. 

Here a large brown horse and brougham came around the driveway into sight. Zeke's eyes turned curiously toward the guests, but he sat stifflyimmovable. 

The broker rose. "I must go now or I shall miss my train. Think it over. There's only one way to think about it. It is quite evidently the thing todo. The break has been made, and now is the time for Julia to take hervacation before going into harness again. Moreover, perhaps Harry will gethis raise and she won't have to go into harness. Good-morning. I shall tryto come out early. I hope you will make yourselves comfortable. "

Mrs. Evringham looked at Zeke. He was the glass of fashion and the mould ofform, but there was no indication in his smooth-shaven, wooden countenanceof the comrade to whom Jewel had referred in her fragmentary letters. 

"Well, Harry!" she exclaimed breathlessly, as the carriage rolled away. Herexpression elicited a hearty laugh from her husband. "I _never_ was sosurprised. How unselfish he is! Harry, is it possible that we don't knowyour father at _all_? Think of his proposing to keep, still longer, adisturbing element like our lively little girl!"

"Oh, I've never believed he bothered himself very much about Jewel, "returned Harry lightly. "You make a mountain out of that. All a child needsis a ten acre lot to let off steam in, and she's had it here. He knowsyou'll keep her out from under foot. Let's accept this pleasure. Heprobably takes a lot of stock in you after all I told him last night. It'sa relief to his pride and everything else that I'm not going to disgracethe name. He wants to do something for you. That's the whole thing in anutshell; and you let him do it, Julia. " In an exuberance of spirits, aidedby the fresh, inspiring morning, the speaker took his wife in his arms, asthey stood there on the wide veranda, and hugged her heartily. 

"Do you think I shall get over my awe of him?" She half laughed, but hertone was sincere. "I'm so unused to people who never smile and seem to beenduring me. Oh, if you were only going to stay, too, Harry, then it wouldbe a vacation indeed!"

"Here, here! Where are your principles? Who's afraid now?"

"But he's so stately and forbidding, and I shall feel such a responsibilityof keeping Jewel from troubling him. "

Harry laughed again. "She seems entirely capable of paddling her own canoe. She didn't seem troubled by doubts or compunctions in the carriage lastnight; and up there in the bedroom when she flew at him! How was that for acase of _lèse majesté_? Gad, at her age I'd sooner have tackled a lightedfuse! What do you suppose it was she whispered to him?"

"I've no idea, and I must say I was curious enough to ask her while I wasputting her to bed; but do you know, she wouldn't say!" The mother laughed. "She sidled about, --you know how she does when she is reluctant to speak, and seemed so embarrassed that I have to laugh when I think of it. "

"Perhaps it concerned some surprise she has persuaded father to give us. "

"No, it couldn't be that, because she answered at last that she'd tell mewhen she was a young lady. "

They both laughed. "Well, " said Harry, "she isn't afraid of him so you'dnotice it; and you can give her a few pointers so she needn't get infather's way now that she has you again. He has evidently been mightyconsiderate of the little orphan. "

"How good he has been!" returned Julia fervently. "If we could only go homewith you, Harry, " she added wistfully, "while there's so much good feeling, and before anything happens to alter it!"

"Where are your principles?" asked Harry again. "You know better than tothink anything will happen to alter it. "

"Yes, I do, I do; but I always have to meet my shyness of strangers, and itmakes my heart beat to think of your going off and leaving me here. Beingtête-à-tête with your father is appalling, I must confess. "

"Oh, well, it wouldn't do to slight his offer, and it will do you a worldof good. "

"You'll have to send me my summer gowns. "

"I will. "

"Dear me, am I really going to _do_ it?" asked Julia incredulously. 

"Certainly you are. We'd be imbecile not to accept such an opportunity. "

"Then, " she answered resignedly, "if it is fact and not a wild fancy, wehave a lot of business to talk over, Harry. Let us make the most of ourtime while Jewel is asleep. "

She led the way back to the chairs, and they were soon immersed inmemoranda and discussion. 

CHAPTER V

THE LIFTED VEIL

At last their plans were reduced to order and Harry placed the paperscarefully in his pocket. 

"Come in and let's have a look at the house, Julia, " he suggested. "Itwon't do to go to the stables without Jewel. "

They entered the drawing-room and Julia moved about admiring the picturesand carvings, and paused long before the oil portrait of a beautiful woman, conspicuously placed. 

"That's my grandmother, " remarked Harry. "Isn't she stunning? That's theside of the family I didn't take after. "

While they still examined the portrait and the exquisite painting of itslaces, Jewel ran into the room and seized them from behind. 

"Well, well, all dressed!" exclaimed her father as the two stooped to kissher. 

"Yes, but my hair isn't very nice, " said the child, putting up her hand toher braids, "because I didn't want to be late to breakfast. "

Her father's hearty laugh rang out. "Lunch, do you mean?"

"We're through breakfast long ago, dearie, " said her mother. "No wonder youslept late. We wanted you to. "

"Breakfast's all through!" exclaimed the child, and they were surprised ather dismay. 

"Yes, but Mrs. Forbes will get you something, " said her father. 

"But has grandpa gone?" asked the child. Before they could reply thehousekeeper passed the door and Jewel ran to her. "Has grandpa gone, Mrs. Forbes?" she repeated anxiously. 

"Yes, indeed, it's after ten. Come into the dining-room, Jewel; Sarah willgive you your breakfast. "

"I'm not a bit hungry--yes, I am, a little--but what is grandpa's telephonenumber, Mrs. Forbes. "

"Oh, now, you won't call him up, dear, " said the housekeeper coaxingly. "Come and eat your breakfast like a good girl. "

"Yes, in just one minute I will. What is the number, please, Mrs. Forbes?"

The housekeeper gave the number, and Harry and Julia drew nearer. 

"Your grandpa is coming out early, Jewel, " said her father. "You'll see himin a few hours, and you can ask him whatever you wish to then. "

"She never has called Mr. Evringham up, sir, " said the housekeeper. "Hespeaks to _her_ sometimes. You know, Jewel, your grandfather doesn't liketo be disturbed in his business and called to the 'phone unless it issomething very important. "

"It is, " returned the child, and she ran to the part of the hall where theinstrument was situated. Her mother and father followed, the former feelingthat she ought to interfere, but the latter amused and curious. 

"My little girl, " began Julia, in protest, but Harry put his hand on herarm and detained her. Jewel was evidently filled with one idea and deaf toall else. With her usual energy she took down the receiver and made herrequest to the central office. Harry drew his wife to where they couldwatch her absorbed, rosy face. Her listening expression was anxiouslyintent. Mrs. Forbes also lingered at a little distance, enjoying theparents' interest and sharing it. 

"Is that you, grandpa?" asked the sweet voice. 

"Oh, well, I want to see Mr. Evringham. "

"What? No. I'm sorry, but nobody will do but grandpa. You tell him it'sJewel, please. "

"What? I thought I _did_ speak plain. It's _Jewel_; his little grandchild. "

The little girl smiled at the next response. "Yes, I'm the very one thatate the Nesselrode pudding, " she said, and chuckled into the 'phone. 

By this time even Julia had given up all thought of interfering, and waswatching, curiously, the round head with its untidy blond hair. 

Jewel spoke again. "I'm sorry I can't tell you the business, but it's_very_ important. "

Evidently the earnestness of this declaration had an effect. After a minutemore of waiting, the child's face lighted. 

"Oh, grandpa, is that you?"

"Yes, I am. I'm _so_ sorry I slept too long!"

"Yes, I know you missed me, and now I have to eat my breakfast without you. Why didn't you come and bring me downstairs?"

"Oh, but I _would_ have. Did you feel very sorry when you got in thebrougham, grandpa?"

"I know it. Did the ride seem _very_ long, all alone?"

"Yes, indeed. I felt so sorry inside when I found you'd gone, I had to hearyou speak so as to get better so I could visit with mother and father. "

"Yes, it _is_ a comfort. Are you _sure_ you don't feel sorry now?"

"Well, but are you smiling, grandpa?"

Whatever the answer was to this, it made Jewel's anxious brows relax andshe laughed into the 'phone. 

"Grandpa, you're such a joker! One smile won't make you any fatter, " sheprotested. 

Another listening silence, then:--

"You know the reason I feel the worst, don't you?"

"Why yes, you do. What we were talking about yesterday. " The child sighed. "Well, isn't it a comfort about eternity?"

"Yes, indeed, and I guess I'll kiss the 'phone now, grandpa. Can you hearme?"

"Well, you do it, too, then. Yes--yes--I hear it; and you'll come homeearly because you know--our secret?"

"What? A lot of men waiting for you? All right. You know I love you justthe same, even if I _did_ sleep, don't you?"

"Good-by, then, good-by. "

She hung up the receiver and turned a beaming face upon her dumbfoundedparents. 

"Now I'll have breakfast, " she said cheerfully. "I'll only eat a littlebecause we must go out and see Star. You waited for me, didn't you?"pausing in sudden apprehension. 

"Yes, indeed, " replied Harry, collecting himself. "We haven't been off thepiazza. "

"Goody. I'm so glad. I'll hurry. "

Mrs. Forbes followed the child as she bounded away, and the father andmother sank upon an old settle of Flemish oak, gazing at one another. Theveil having been completely lifted from their eyes, each was viewing recentcircumstances in a new light. 

At last Harry began to laugh in repressed fashion. "Sold, and the moneytaken!" he ejaculated, softly smiting his knee. 

His wife smiled, too, but there was a mist in her eyes. 

"I smell a large mouse, Julia. How is it with you?"

"You mean my invitation?"

"I mean that we come under the head of those things that can't be cured andmust be endured. "

She nodded. "And that's why he wants to take me to the seashore. "

"Yes, but all the same he's got to do it to carry his point. You get thefun just the same. " The moisture that rose to Harry's eyes was forced thereby the effort to repress his mirth. "By jinks, the governor kissing the'phone! I'll never get over that, never, " and he exploded again. 

His wife laid her hand on his arm. "Oh, Harry, can't you see how touchingit is?"

"I'll sue him for alienating my daughter's affections. See if I don't. Why, we're not in it at all. Did you feel our insignificance when she found he'dgone? We've been blockheads, Julia, blockheads. "

"We're certainly figureheads, " she returned, rather ruefully. "I don'tlike to feel that your father has to pay such a price for the sake ofkeeping Jewel a little longer. "

"'T won't hurt him a bit. It's a good joke on him. If he doesn't go aheadand take you now, I'll bring another suit against him for breach ofpromise. "

Julia was looking thoughtfully into space. "I believe, " she said, at last, "that we may find out that Jewel has been a missionary here. "

"She's given father a brand new heart, " returned Harry promptly. "That'splain. "

"Let us not say a word to the child about the plan for her and me to stay, "said Julia. "Let us leave it all for Mr. Evringham. "

"All right; only he won't think you're much pleased with the idea. "

"I'm not, " returned the other, smiling. "I'm a little dazed; but if he wasthe man he appeared to be the day we left Jewel with him, and she has lovedhim into being a happier and better man, it may be a matter of duty for usnot to deprive him of her at once. I'll try to resign myself to the rôle ofnecessary baggage, and even try to conceal from him the fact that I know myplace. "

"Oh, my girl, you'll have him captured in a week, and Jewel will have arival. You have the same knack she has for making the indifferentdifferent. "

At this juncture the housekeeper came back into the hall. 

"Well, Mrs. Forbes, " said Harry, rising, "that was rather amusing importantbusiness Jewel had with my father. "

The housekeeper held up her hands and shook her head. "Such lovers, sir, "she responded. "Such lovers! Whatever he's going to do without her is morethan I know. "

"Why, it's a big change come over father, to be fond of children, " returnedthe young man, openly perplexed. 

"_Children!_" repeated the housekeeper. "If you suppose, Mr. Harry, thatJewel is any common child, you must have had a wonderful experience. "

Her impressive, almost solemn manner, sobered the father's mood. "What sheis, is the result of what her mother has taught her, " he returned. 

"Not one of us wanted her when she came, " said the housekeeper, lookingfrom one to the other of the young couple standing before her. "Not oneperson in the house was half civil to her. " Julia's hand tightened on herhusband's arm. "I didn't want anybody troubling Mr. Evringham. Peoplecalled him a hard, cold, selfish man; but I knew his trials, yes, Mr. Harry, you know I knew them. He was my employer and it was my business tomake him comfortable, and I hated that dear little girl because I'd made upmy mind that she'd upset him. Well, Jewel didn't know anything about hate, not enough to know it when she saw it. She just loved us all, through thickand thin, and you'll have to wait till you can read what the recordingangel's set down, before you can have any full idea of what she's done forus. She's made a humble woman out of me, and I was the stiff-neckedestmember of the congregation. There's my only child, Zeke; she's persuadedhim out of habits that were breaking up our lives. There was EloiseEvringham, without hope or God in the world. She gave her both, that littleJewel did. Then, most of all, she crept into Mr. Evringham's empty heartand filled it full, and made his whole life, as you might say, blossomagain. That's what she's done, single handed, in two months, and she has nomore conceit of her work than a ray of God's sunshine has when it's openinga flower bud. "

Julia Evringham's gaze was fixed intently upon the speaker, and she wasunconscious that two tears rolled down her cheeks. 

"You've made us very happy, telling us this, " she said, ratherbreathlessly, as the housekeeper paused. 

"And I should like to add, Mrs. Evringham, " said Mrs. Forbes impressively, "that you'd better turn your attention to an orphan asylum and catch themas young as you can and train them up. What this old world wants is a wholecrop of Jewels. "

Julia's smile was very sweet. "We may all have the pure child thought, " shereturned. 

Mrs. Forbes passed on upstairs. Harry looked at his wife. He was winkingfast. "Well, this isn't any laughing matter, after all, Julia. "

"No, it's a matter to make us very humble with joy and gratitude. "

As she spoke Jewel bounded back into the hall and ran into her father'sopen arms. 

"A good breakfast, eh?" he asked tenderly. 

"Yes, I didn't mean to be so long, but Sarah said grandpa wanted me to eata chop. Now, _now_, we're going to see Star!"

"I'd better fix your hair first, " remarked her mother. 

"Oh, let her hair go till lunch time, " said Harry. "The horses won't care, will they, Jewel?" He picked her up and set her on his shoulder and outthey went to the clean, spacious stables. 

Zeke pulled down his shirt-sleeves as he saw them coming. "This is myfather and mother, Zeke, " cried the child, happily, and the coachman duckedhis head with his most unprofessional grin. 

"Jewel's got a great pony here, " he said. 

"Well, I should think so!" remarked Harry, as he and his wife followedwhere the child led, to a box stall. 

"Why, Jewel, he's right out of a story!" said her mother, viewing the wavylocks and sweeping tail, as the pony turned eagerly to meet his mistress. 

Jewel put her arms around his neck and buried her face for an instant inhis mane. "I haven't anything for you, Star, this time, " she said, as thepretty creature nosed about her. "Mother, do you see his star?"

"Indeed I do, " replied Mrs. Evringham, examining the snowflake between thefull, bright eyes. "He's the prettiest pony I ever saw, Jewel. Did yourgrandpa have him made to order?"

Zeke shrugged his gingham clad shoulders. "He would have, if he could, ma'am, " he put in. 

Mrs. Evringham laughed. "Well, he certainly didn't need to. Oh, see thatbeautiful head!" for Essex Maid looked out to discover what all thedisturbance was about. 

Harry paused in his examination of the pony, to go over to the mare'sstall. 

"Whew, what a stunner!" he remarked. 

"Mr. Evringham said you were to ride her this morning, sir, if you liked. You'll be the first, beside him. " Zeke paused and with a comical gesture ofhis head indicated the child and then the mare. "It's been nip and tuckbetween them, sir; but I guess Jewel's got the Maid beat by now. "

Harry laughed. 

"Two blue ribbons, she's won, sir. She'll get another this autumn if heshows her. "

"I should think so. She's a raving beauty. " As he spoke, Harry smoothed thebright coat. "When are we going out, Jewel?"

"But we couldn't leave mother, " returned the child, from her slippery perchon the pony's back. She had been thinking about it. "Are you sure, Zeke, that grandpa said father might ride Essex Maid?"

"He told me so, himself, " said Harry, amused. 

Jewel shook her head, much impressed. "Then he loves you about the most ofanybody, " she remarked, with conviction. 

"Don't think of me, " said her mother. "You and father do just what youlike. I can be happy just looking about this beautiful place. "

"Oh, I know what, " exclaimed Jewel, with sudden brightness. "Let's all goto the Ravine of Happiness before lunch time, and then wait for grandpa, and he can take mother in the phaeton, and father and I can ridehorseback. "

"Oh, I'm afraid your grandpa wouldn't like that, " returned Mrs. Evringhamquickly. 

Zeke was standing near her. "He would if she said so, ma'am, " he put in, ina low tone. 

Julia smiled kindly upon him. 

Harry tossed his head, amused. "It's a case, isn't it, Zeke?" he remarked. 

"Yes, sir, " returned the coachman. "He comes when he's called, and will eatout of her hand, sir. "

Harry laughed and went back to the pony's stall. "Come on, then, Jewel, come to my old stamping ground, the ravine. "

"And if her hair frightens the birds it's your fault, " smiled Julia, smoothing with both hands the little flaxen head. 

"The birds have seen me look a great deal worse than this, a great _deal_worse, " said Jewel cheerfully. 

"Perhaps they'll think her hair is a nest and sit down in it, " suggestedher father, as they moved away, the happy child between them, holding ahand of each. 

The little girl drew in her chin as she looked up at him. 

"Oh, father, you're such a joker!"

CHAPTER VI

THE DIE IS CAST

"Oh, grandpa, we've had the most, _fun_!" cried Jewel that afternoon as sheran down the veranda steps to meet the broker, getting out of the brougham. 

Harry and Julia were standing near the wicker chairs watching the welcome. They saw Mr. Evringham stoop to receive the child's embrace, and noted theattention he paid to her chatter as, after lifting his hat to them, heslowly advanced. 

"Father and I played in the ravine the longest while. Wasn't it a nicetime, father?"

"It certainly was a nice, wet time. I am one pair of shoes short, and shallhave to travel to Chicago in patent leathers. "

As Julia rose she regarded her father-in-law with new eyes. All sense ofresponsibility had vanished, and her present passive rôle seemeddelightful. 

"I know more about this beautiful place than when you went away, " she said. "I feel as if I were at some picturesque resort. It doesn't seem at all asif work-a-day people might live here all the time. "

"I'm glad you like it, " returned the broker, and his quick, curt manner ofspeech no longer startled her. "Have you been driving?"

"No, we preferred to have Jewel plan our campaign, and she seemed to thinkthat the driving part had better wait for you. "

The broker turned and looked down at the smooth head with billowy ribbonbows behind the ears. Noting his expression, or lack of it, Julia wondered, momentarily, if she might have dreamed the episode of kissing into thetelephone. 

"What is your plan, Jewel?" he asked. 

She balanced herself springily on her toes. "I thought two of us in thephaeton and two on horseback, " she replied, with relish. 

"H'm. You in the phaeton and I on Star, perhaps. "

"Oh, grandpa, and your feet dragging in the road!" The child's laugh was agush of merriment. 

The broker looked back at his daughter-in-law and handed her the largewhite package he was carrying. "With my compliments, madam. "

Julia flushed prettily as she unwrapped the box. "Oh, Huyler's!" sheexclaimed. "How delicious. Thank you so much, father. "

Jewel's eyes were big with admiration. "That's just the kind Dr. Ballardused to give cousin Eloise, " she said, sighing. "Sometime I'll be grownup!"

Mr. Evringham lifted her into his arms with a quick movement. "That's a farday, thank God, " he murmured, his mustache against her hair; then loweringher until he could look into her face: "How have you arranged us, Jewel?Who drives and who rides?"

"Perhaps father would like to drive mother in the phaeton, " said the child, again on her feet. 

Harry smiled. "Your last plan, I thought, was that I should ride the mare. "

"Yes, " returned Jewel, with some embarrassment. "You won't look so nice asgrandpa does on Essex Maid, " she added, very gently, "but if it would be a_pleasure_ to you, father"--

Her companions laughed so heartily that the child bored the toe of one shoeinto the piazza, and well they knew the sign. 

"Here, " said her father hastily, "which of these delicious candies do youwant, Jewel? Oh, how good they look! I tell you you'll have to be quick ifyou want any. I have only till to-morrow to eat them. "

"Really to-morrow, father!" returned the child, pausing aghast. "To-morrow!"

"Yes, indeed. "

"To Chicago, do you mean?"

"To Chicago. " He nodded emphatically. 

Jewel turned appealing eyes on her mother. "Can't we help it?" she asked ina voice that broke. 

"I think not, dearie. Business must come before pleasure, you know. "

Her three companions looking at the child saw her swallow with an effort. She dropped the chocolate she had taken back into the box. 

A heroic smile came to her trembling lips as she lifted her eyes to theimpassive face of the tall, handsome man beside her. "It's to-morrow, grandpa, " she said softly, with a look that begged him to remember. 

He stooped until his gaze was on a level with hers. She did not touch him. All her forces were bent on self-control. 

"I have been asking your mother, " said Mr. Evringham, "to stay here a whileand take a vacation. Hasn't she told you?"

Jewel shook her head mutely. 

"I think she will do it if you add your persuasion, " continued the brokerquietly. "She ought to have rest, --and of course you would stay too, totake care of her. "

A flash like sunlight illumined the child's tears. Mr. Evringham expectedto feel her arms thrown around his neck. Instead, she turned suddenly, andrunning to her father, jumped into his lap. 

"Father, father, " she said, "don't you want us to go with you?"

Harry cleared his throat. The little scene had moistened his eyes as well. "Am I of any consequence?" he asked, with an effort at jocoseness. 

Jewel clasped him close. "Oh, father, " earnestly, "you know you are; andthe only reason I said you wouldn't look so nice on Essex Maid is thatgrandpa has beautiful riding clothes, and when he rides off he looks like aking in a procession. You couldn't look like a king in a procession in theclothes you wear to the store, could you, father?"

"Impossible, dearie. "

"But I want you to ride her if you'd like to, and I want mother and me togo to Chicago with you if you're going to feel sorry. "

"You really do, eh?"

Jewel hesitated, then turned her head and held out her hand to Mr. Evringham, who took it. "If grandpa won't feel sorry, " she answered. "Oh, Idon't know what I want. I wish I didn't love to be with so many people!"

Her little face, drawn with its problem, precipitated the broker's plansand made him reckless. He said to his son now, that which, in hiscarefully prepared programme, he had intended to say about three monthshence, provided a nearer acquaintance with his daughter Julia did not provedisappointing. 

"I suppose you are not devotedly attached to Chicago, Harry?"

The young man looked up, surprised. "Not exactly. So far she has treated melike a cross between a yellow dog and a step-child; but I shall be devotedenough if I ever succeed there. "

"Don't succeed there, " returned the broker curtly. "Succeed here. "

Harry shook his head. "Oh, New York's beyond me. I have a foothold inChicago. "

"Yes, " returned the broker, who had the born and bred New Yorker's contemptfor the Windy City. "Yes, I know you've got your foot in it, but take itout. "

"Great Scott! You'd have me become a rolling stone again?"

"No. I'll guarantee you a place where, if you don't gather moss, you'lleven write your_self_ down as long-eared. "

Harry's eyes brightened, and he straightened up, moving Jewel to one side, the better to see his father. "Do you mean it?" he asked eagerly. 

The broker nodded. "Take your time to settle matters in Chicago, " he said. "If you show up here in September it will be early enough. "

The young man turned his eyes toward his wife and she met his smile withanother. Her heart was beating fast. This powerful man of whom, until thismorning, she had stood in awe, was going to put a stop to the old life andlift their burdens. So much she perceived in a flash, and she knew it wasfor the sake of the little child whose cheeks were glowing like roses asshe looked from one to another, taking in the happy promise involved in thewords of the two men. 

"Father, will you come back here?" she asked, breathing quickly. 

"I'd be mighty glad to, Jewel, " he replied. 

The child leaned toward the broker, to whose hand she still clung. Starrylights were dancing in her eyes. 

"Grandpa, are father and mother and I going to live with you--always?" sheasked rapturously. 

"Always--if you will, Jewel. "

He certainly had not intended to say it until autumn leaves were falling, and he should have made certain that it was not putting his head into anoose; but the child's face rewarded him now a thousand-fold, and made themoment too sweet for regret. 

"Didn't we _know_ that Divine Love would take care of us, grandpa?" sheasked, with soft triumph. "We _did_ know it--even when I was crying, weknew it. Didn't we?"

The broker drank in her upturned glance and placed his other hand over theone that was clinging to him. 

CHAPTER VII

MRS. EVRINGHAM'S GIFTS

When Mrs. Evringham opened her eyes the following morning, it was with aconfused sense that some great change had taken place; and quickly came therealization that it was a happy change. As the transforming facts flowed inmore clearly upon her consciousness, she covered her eyes quickly with herhand. 

"'Green pastures are before me!'" she thought, and her heart grew warm withgratitude. 

Her husband was asleep, and she arose and went softly to Jewel's chamber, and carefully opened the door. To her amazement the bed was empty. Itscoverings were stripped down and the sweet morning breeze was flooding thespacious room. 

She returned to her own, wondering how late it might be. Her husbandstirred and opened his eyes, but before she could speak a ripple of distantlaughter sounded on the air. 

She ran to the window and raised the shade. "Oh, come, Harry, quick!" sheexclaimed, and, half asleep, he obeyed. There, riding down the driveway, they saw Mr. Evringham and Jewel starting off for their morning canter. 

"How dear they look, how dear!" exclaimed Julia. 

"Father is stunning, for a fact, " remarked Harry, watching alertly. Onyesterday's excursion he had ridden Essex Maid, after all; and he smiledwith interest now, in the couple who were evidently talking to one anotherwith the utmost zest as they finally disappeared at a canter among thetrees. 

"It is ideal, it's perfectly ideal, Harry. " Julia drew a long breath. "Iwas so surprised this morning, to waken and find it reality, after all. "She looked with thoughtful eyes at her husband. "I wonder what my new workwill be!" she added. 

"Not talking about that already, I hope!" he answered, laughing. "I've anidea you will find occupation enough for one while, in learning to be idle. Sit still now and look about you on the work accomplished. "

"What work?"

"That I'm here and that you're here: that the action of Truth has broughtthese wonders about. "

After breakfast the farewells were said. "You're happy, aren't you, father?" asked Jewel doubtfully, as she clung about his neck. 

"Never so happy, Jewel, " he answered. 

She turned to her grandfather. "When is father coming back again?" sheasked. 

"As soon as he can, " was the reply. 

"You don't want me until September, I believe, " said the young man bluntly. He still retained the consciousness, half amused, half hurt, that hisfather considered him superfluous. 

"Why, September is almost next winter, " said Jewel appealingly. 

Mr. Evringham looked his son full in the eyes and liked the direct way theymet him. 

"The latchstring will be out from now on, Harry I want you to feel that itis your latchstring as much as mine. "

His son did not speak, but the way the two men suddenly clasped hands gaveJewel a very comforted sensation. 

"And you don't feel a bit sorry to be going alone to Chicago?" she pursued, again centring her attention and embrace upon her father. 

"I tell you I was never so happy in my life, " he responded, kissing her andsetting her on her feet. "Are you going to allow me to drive to the stationin your place this morning?"

"I'd let you do anything, father, " returned Jewel affectionately. Ittouched her little heart to see him go alone away from such a happy familycircle, but her mother's good cheer was reassuring. 

They had scarcely had a minute alone together since Mrs. Evringham'sarrival, and when the last wave had been sent toward the head leaning outof the brougham window, mother and child went up the broad staircasetogether, pausing before the tall clock whose chime had grown so familiarto Jewel since that chilling day when Mrs. Forbes warned her not to touchit. 

"Everything in this house is so fine, Jewel, " said the mother. "It musthave seemed very strange to you at first. "

"It did. Anna Belle and I felt more at home out of doors, because you seeGod owned the woods, and He didn't care if we broke something, and Mrs. Forbes used to be so afraid; but it's all much different now, " added thechild. 

They went on up to the room where stood the small trunk which was all Mrs. Evringham had taken abroad for her personal belongings. 

To many children the moment of their mother's unpacking after a return froma trip is fraught with pleasant and eager anticipation of gifts. In thiscase it was different; for Jewel had no previous journey of her mother's toremember, and her gifts had always been so small, with the shiningexception of Anna Belle, that she made no calculations now concerning thesteamer trunk, as she watched her mother take out its contents. 

Each step Mrs. Evringham took on the rich carpet, each glance she cast atthe park through the clear sheets of plate glass in the windows, eachsmooth-running drawer, each undreamed-of convenience in the closet with itselectric light for dark days, impressed her afresh with a sense ofwondering pleasure. The lady of her name who had so recently dwelt amongthese luxuries had accepted them fretfully, as no more than her due; thelong glass which now reflected Julia's radiant dark eyes lately gave back acountenance impressed with lines of care and discontent. 

"Jewel, I feel like a queen here, " said the happy woman softly. "I likebeautiful things very much, but I never had them before in my life. Come, darling, we must read the lesson. " She closed the lid of the trunk. 

"Yes, but wait till I get Anna Belle. " The child ran into her own room andbrought the doll. Then she jumped into her mother's lap, for there was roomfor all three in the big chair by the window. 

Some memory made the little girl lift her shoulders. "This was aunt Madge'schair, " she said. "She used to sit here in the prettiest lace wrapper--Iwas never in this room before except two or three times, "--Jewel's awedtone changed, --"but now my own mother lives here! and cousin Eloise wouldlove to know it and to know that I have her room. I mean to write her aboutit. "

"You must take me upstairs pretty soon and let me see the chamber that wasyours. Oh, there is so much to see, Jewel; shall we ever get to the end?"Mrs. Evringham's tone was joyous, as she hugged the child impulsively, andrested her cheek on the flaxen head. "Darling, " she went on softly, "thinkwhat Divine Love has done for mother, to bring her here! I've worked veryhard, my little girl, and though Love helped me all the time, and I washappy, I've had so much care, and almost never a day when I had leisure tostop and think about something else than my work. I expected to go rightback to it now, with father, and I didn't worry, because God was leadingme--but, dearie, when I woke up this morning"--she paused, and as Jewellifted her head, mother and child gazed into one another's eyes--"Isaid--you know what I said?"

For answer the little girl smiled gladly and began to sing the familiarhymn. Her mother joined an alto to the clear voice, in the manner that hadbeen theirs for years, and fervently, now, they sang the words:--

 "Green pastures are before me, Which yet I have not seen. Bright skies will soon be o'er me, Where darkest clouds have been. My hope I cannot measure, My path in life is free, My Father has my treasure, And He will walk with me!"

Jewel looked joyous. 

"The green pastures were in Bel-Air Park, weren't they?" she said, "and youhadn't seen them, had you?"

"No, " returned Mrs. Evringham gently, "and just now there is not a cloud inour bright sky. "

"Father's gone away, " returned Jewel doubtfully. 

"Only to get ready to come back. It is very wonderful, Jewel. "

"Yes, it is. I'm sure it makes God glad to see us so happy. "

"I'm sure it does; and the best of it is that father knows that it is lovealone that brought this happiness, just as it brings all the real happinessthat ever comes in the world. He sees that it is only what knowledge wehave of God that made it possible for him to come back to what ought to behis, his father's welcome home! Father sees that it is a demonstration oflove, and that is more important than all; for anything that gives us astronger grasp on the truth, and more understanding of its working, is ofthe greatest value to us. "

"Didn't grandpa love father before?" asked Jewel, in surprise. 

"Yes, but father disappointed him and error crept in between them, so itwas only when father began to understand the truth and ask God to help him, that the discord could disappear. Isn't it beautiful that it has, Jewel?"

"I don't think discord is much, mother, " declared the little girl. 

"Of course it isn't, " returned her mother. "It isn't anything. "

"When I first came, grandpa had so many things to make him sorry, andeverybody else here was sorry--and now nobody is. Even aunt Madge was happyover the pretty clothes she had to go away with. "

"And she'll be happy over other things, some day, " returned Mrs. Evringham, who had already gathered a tolerably clear idea of her sister-in-law. "Eloise has learned how to help her. "

"Oh, ye--es! _She_ isn't afraid of discord any more. "

"Now we'll study the lesson, darling. Think of having all the time we wantfor it!"

After they had finished, Mrs. Evringham leaned back in the big chair andpatted Jewel's knee. Opening the bag at her side she took out a small boxand gave it to the child, who opened it eagerly. A bright little garnetring reposed on the white velvet. 

"Oh, oh, _oh_!" cried Jewel, delighted. She put on the ring, which justfitted, and then hugged her mother before she looked at it again. 

"Dear little Anna Belle, when you're a big girl"--she began, turning to thedoll, but Mrs. Evringham interrupted. 

"Wait a minute, Jewel, here is Anna Belle's. "

She took out another box and, ah, what a charming necklace appeared, brilliant with gems which outshone completely the three little garnets. Jewel jumped for joy when she had clasped it about the round neck. 

"Oh, mother, mother!" she exclaimed, patting her mother's cheek, "you keptthinking about us every day, didn't you! Kiss your grandma, dearie, " whichthe proud and happy Anna Belle did with a fervor that threatened to damageMrs. Evringham's front teeth. 

"I brought you something else, Jewel, " said the mother, with her armsaround the child. "I did think of you every day, and on the ship goingover, it was pretty hard, because I had never been away from my little girland I didn't know just what she was doing, and I didn't even know thepeople she was with; so, partly to keep my thoughts from error, I beganto--to make something for you. "

"Oh, what was it?" asked Jewel eagerly. 

"I didn't finish it going over, and I had no time to do so until we were onthe steamer coming home again. Then I was lighter hearted and happier, because I knew my little darling had found green pastures, but--I finishedit. I don't know how much you will care for it. "

Jewel questioned the dark eyes and smiling lips eagerly. 

"What is it, mother; a bag for my skates?"

"No. "

"A--a handkerchief?"

"No. "

"Oh, tell me, mother, I can't wait. "

Mrs. Evringham put the little girl down from her lap and going to the trunktook from it the only article it still contained. It was a long, flat bookwith pasteboard covers tied at the back with little ribbons. As she againtook her seat in the big chair, Jewel leaned against its arm. 

"It's a scrap-book full of pictures, " she said, with interest. 

For answer her mother turned the cover toward her so she could read thewords lettered distinctly upon it. 

JEWEL'S STORY BOOK

Then Mrs. Evringham ran her finger along the edges of the volume and letthe type-written pages flutter before its owner's delighted eyes. 

"You've made me some stories, mother!" cried Jewel. One of the greatpleasures and treats of her life had been those rare half hours when herbusy mother had time to tell her a story. 

Her eyes danced with delight. "Oh, you're the _kindest_ mother!" she wenton, "and you'll have time to read them to me now! Anna Belle, won't it bethe most _fun_? Oh, mother, we'll go to the ravine to read, won't we?"

Mrs. Evringham's cheeks flushed and she laughed at the child's joy. "I hopethey won't disappoint you, " she said. 

"But you wrote them out of love. How can they?" returned the little girlquickly. 

"That's so, Jewel; that's so, dear. "

CHAPTER VIII

THE QUEST FLOWER

The garden in the ravine had been put into fine order to exhibit to Jewel'sfather and mother. Fresh ferns had been planted around the still pond whereAnna Belle's china dolls went swimming, and fresh moss banks had beenconstructed for their repose. The brook was beginning to lose theimpetuosity of spring and now gurgled more quietly between its verdantbanks. It delighted Jewel that the place held as much charm for her motheras for herself, and that she listened with as hushed pleasure to the songsof birds in the treetops too high to be disturbed by the presence ofdwellers on the ground. It was an ideal spot wherein to read aloud, and theearly hours of that sunshiny afternoon found the three seated there by thebrookside ready to begin the Story Book. 

"Now I'll read the titles and you shall choose what one we will takefirst, " said Mrs. Evringham. 

Jewel's attention was as unwinking as Anna Belle's, as she listened to thenames. 

"Anna Belle ought to have first choice because she's the youngest. ThenI'll have next, and you next. Anna Belle chooses The Quest Flower; becauseshe loves flowers so and she can't imagine what that means. "

"Very well, " returned Mrs. Evringham, smiling and settling herself morecomfortably against a tree trunk. "The little girl in this story lovedthem too;" and so saying, Jewel's mother began to read aloud:--

THE QUEST FLOWER

Hazel Wright learned to love her uncle Dick Badger very much during a visithe made at her mother's home in Boston. She became well acquainted withhim. He was always kind to her in his quiet way, and always had time totake her on his knee and listen to whatever she had to tell about herschool or her plays, and even took an interest in her doll, Ella. Mrs. Wright used to laugh and tell her brother that he was a wonderful oldbachelor, and could give lessons to many a husband and father; upon whichuncle Dick responded that he had always been fond of assuming a virtue ifhe had it not; and Hazel wondered if "assuming-a-virtue" were a littlegirl. At any rate, she loved uncle Dick and wished he would live with themalways; so it will be seen that when it was suddenly decided that Hazel wasto go home with him to the town where he lived, she was delighted. 

"Father and I are called away on business, Hazel, " her mother said to herone day, "and we have been wondering what to do with you. Uncle Dick sayshe'll take you home with him if you would like to go. "

"Oh, yes, I would, " replied the little girl; for it was vacation and shewanted an outing. "Uncle Dick has a big yard, and Ella and I can have funthere. "

"I'm sure you can. Uncle Dick's housekeeper, Hannah, is a kind soul, andshe knew me when I was as little as you are, and will take good care ofyou. "

The evening before Hazel and her uncle were to leave, Mrs. Wright spoke toher brother in private. 

"It seems too bad not to be able to write aunt Hazel that her namesake iscoming, " she said. "Is she as bitter as ever?"

"Oh, yes. No change. "

"Just think of it!" exclaimed Mrs. Wright. "She lives within a stone'sthrow of you, and yet can remain unforgiving so many years. Let me see--itis eight; for Hazel is ten years old, and I know she was two when thetrouble about the property camp up; but you did right, Dick, and some timeaunt Hazel must know it. "

"Oh, I think she has lucid intervals when she knows it now, " returned Mr. Badger; "but her pride won't let her admit it. If it amuses her, it doesn'thurt me for her to pass me on the street without a word or a look. When athing like that has run along for years, it isn't easy to make any change. "

"Oh, but it is so unchristian, so wrong, " returned his sister. "If you onlyhad a loving enough feeling, Dick, it seems as if you might take her bystorm. "

Mr. Badger smiled at some memory. "I tried once. She did the storming. " Heshrugged his shoulders. "I'm a man of peace. I decided to let her alone. "

Mrs. Wright shook her head. "Well, I haven't told Hazel anything about it. She knows she is named for my aunt; but she doesn't know where aunt Hazellives, and I wish you would warn Hannah not to tell the child anythingabout her or the affair. You know we lay a great deal of stress on notvoicing discord of my kind. "

"Yes, I know, " Mr. Badger smiled and nodded. 'Your methods seem to haveturned out a mighty nice little girl, and it's been a wonder to me eversince I came, to see you going about, such a different creature from whatyou used to be. "

"Yes, I'm well and happy, " returned Mrs. Wright, "and I long to have thistrouble between you and aunt Hazel at an end. I suppose Hazel isn't likelyto come in contact with her at all. "

"No, indeed; no more than if aunt Hazel lived in Kamschatka. She does, ifit's cold enough there. "

"Dear woman. She ignored the last two letters I wrote her, I supposebecause I sided with you. "

"Oh, certainly, that would be an unpardonable offense. Hannah tells me shehas a crippled child visiting her now, the daughter of some friends. Hannahpersists in keeping an eye on aunt Hazel's affairs, and telling me aboutthem. Hannah will be pleased to have little Hazel to make a pet of for afew weeks. "

He was right. The housekeeper was charmed. She did everything to make Hazelfeel at home in her uncle's house, and discovering that the little girl hada passion for flowers, let her make a garden bed of her own. Hazel wentwith her uncle to buy plants for this, and she had great fun takinggeraniums and pansies out of their pots and planting them in the soft brownearth of the round garden plot; and every day blue-eyed Ella, her doll, satby and watched Hazel pick out every little green weed that had put its headup in the night. 

"You're only grass, dearie, " she would say to one as she uprooted it, "andgrass is all right most everywhere; but this is a garden, so run away. "

Not very far down the street was a real garden, though, that gave Hazelsuch joy to look at that she carried Ella there every day when it didn'train, and would have gone every day when it did, only Hannah wouldn't lether. 

The owner of the garden, Miss Fletcher, at the window where she sat sewing, began to notice the little stranger at last; for the child stood outsidethe fence with her doll, and gazed and gazed so long each time, that thelady began to regard her with suspicion. 

"That young one is after my flowers, I'm afraid, Flossie, " she said one dayto the pale little girl in the wheeled chair that stood near another windowlooking on the street. 

"I've noticed her ever so many times, " returned Flossie listlessly. "Inever saw her until this week, and she's always alone. "

"Well, I won't have her climbing on my fence!" exclaimed Miss Fletcher, half laying down her work and watching Hazel's movements sharply throughher spectacles. "There, she's grabbing hold of a picket now!" she exclaimedsuddenly. "I'll see to her in quick order. "

She jumped up and hurried out of the room, and Flossie's tired eyes watchedher spare figure as she marched down the garden path. She didn't care ifMiss Fletcher did send the strange child away. What difference could itmake to a girl who had the whole world to walk around in, and who couldtake her doll and go and play in some other pleasant place?

As Hazel saw Miss Fletcher coming, she gazed at the unsmiling face lookingout from hair drawn back in a tight knot; and Miss Fletcher, on her part, saw such winning eagerness in the smile that met her, that she modified thesharp reproof ready to spring forth. 

"Get down off the fence, little girl, " she said. "You oughtn't ever to hangby the pickets; you'll break one if you do. "

"Oh, yes, " returned Hazel, getting down quickly. "I didn't think of that. Iwanted so much to see if that lily-bud had opened, that looked as if it wasgoing to, yesterday; and it has. "

"Which one?" asked Miss Fletcher, looking around. 

"Right there behind that second rosebush, " replied Hazel, holding Ellatight with one arm while she pointed eagerly. 

"Oh, yes. " Miss Fletcher went over to the plant. 

"I think it is the loveliest of all, " went on the little girl. "It makes methink of the quest flower. "

"What's that?" Miss Fletcher looked at the strange child curiously. "Inever heard of it. "

"It's the perfect flower, " returned Hazel. 

"Where did you ever see it?"

"I never did, but I read about it. "

"Where is it to be bought?" Miss Fletcher was really interested now, because flowers were her hobby. 

"In the story it says at the Public Garden; but I've been to the PublicGarden in Boston, and I never saw any I thought were as beautiful asyours. "

Hazel was not trying to win Miss Fletcher's heart, but she had found theroad to it. 

The care-lined face regarded her more closely than ever. "I don't rememberyou. I thought I knew all the children around here. "

"No 'm. I'm a visitor. I live in Boston; and we have a flat and of coursethere isn't any yard, and I think your garden is perfectly beautiful. Icome to see it every day, and it's fun to stand out here and count thesmells. "

Miss Fletcher's face broke into a smile. It did really seem as if itcracked, because her lips had been set in such a tight line. "It ain't veryoften children like flowers unless they can pick them, " she replied. "Ican't sleep nights sometimes, wishing my garden wasn't so near the fence. "

The little girl smiled and pointed to a climbing rose that had strayed fromits trellis, and one pink flower that was poking its pretty little facebetween the pickets. "See that one, " she said. "I think it wanted to lookup and down the street, don't you?"

"And you didn't gather it, " returned Miss Fletcher, looking at Hazelapprovingly. "Well, now, for anybody fond of flowers as you are, I thinkthat was real heroic. "

"She belongs to nice folks, " she decided mentally. 

"Oh, it was a tame flower, " returned the child, "and that would have beenerror. If it had been a wild one I would have picked it. "

"Error, eh?" returned Miss Fletcher, and again her thin lips parted in asmile. "Well, I wish everybody felt that way. "

"Uncle Dick lets me have a garden, " said Hazel. "He let me buy geraniumsand pansies and lemon verbena--I love that, don't you?"

"Yes. I've got a big plant of it back here. Wouldn't you like to come inand see it?"

"Oh, thank you, " returned Hazel, her gray eyes sparkling; and MissFletcher felt quite a glow of pleasure in seeing the happiness she wasconferring by the invitation. Most of her friends took her garden as amatter of course; and smiled patronizingly at her devotion to it. 

In a minute the little girl had run to the gate in the white fence, and, entering, joined the mistress of the house, who stood beside theflourishing plants blooming in all their summer loveliness. 

For the next fifteen minutes neither of the two knew that time was flying. They talked and compared and smelled of this blossom and that, their unityof interest making their acquaintance grow at lightning speed. MissFletcher was more pleased than she had been for many a day, and as forHazel, when her hostess went down on her knees beside a verbena bed andbegan taking steel hairpins from her tightly knotted hair, to pin down theluxuriant plants that they might go on rooting and spread farther, thelittle girl felt that the climax of interest was reached. 

"I'm going to ask uncle Dick, " she said admiringly, "if I can't have someverbenas and a paper of hairpins. "

"Dear me, " returned Miss Fletcher, "I wish poor Flossie took as muchinterest in the garden as you do. "

"'Flossie' sounds like a kitten, returned Hazel. 

"She's a little human kitten: a poor little afflicted girl who is making mea visit. You can see her sitting up there in the house, by the window. "

Hazel looked up and caught a glimpse of a pale face. Her eyes expressedher wonder. "Who afflicted her?" she asked softly. 

"Her Heavenly Father, for some wise purpose, " was the response. 

"Oh, it couldn't have been that!" returned the child, shocked. "You knowGod is Love. "

"Yes, I know, " replied Miss Fletcher, turning to her visitor in surprise atso decided an answer from such a source; "but it isn't for us to questionwhat His love is. It's very different from our poor mortal ideas. There'ssomething the matter with poor Flossie's back, and she can't walk. Thedoctors say it's nervous and perhaps she'll outgrow it; but I think shegets worse all the time. "

Hazel watched the speaker with eyes full of trouble and perplexity. "Dearme, " she replied, "if you think God made her get that way, who do you think's going to cure her?"

"Nobody, it seems. Her people have spent more than they can afford, tryingand trying. They've made themselves poor, but nobody's helped her so far. "

Hazel's eyes swept over the roses and lilies and then back to MissFletcher's face. The lady was regarding her curiously. She saw thatthoughts were hurrying through the mind of the little girl standing therewith her doll in her arms. 

"You look as if you wanted to say something, " she said at last. 

"I don't want to be impolite, " returned Hazel, hesitating. 

"Well, " returned Miss Fletcher dryly, "if you knew the amount ofimpoliteness that has been given to me in my time, you wouldn't hesitateabout adding a little more. Speak out and tell me what you are thinking. "

"I was thinking how wonderful and how nice it is that flowers will grow foreverybody, " said Hazel, half reluctantly. 

"How's that?" demanded her new friend, in fresh surprise. "Have you decidedI don't deserve them?"

"Oh, you deserve them, of course, " replied the child quickly; "but when youhave such thoughts about God, it's a wonder His flowers can grow sobeautifully in your yard. "

Miss Fletcher felt a warmth come into her cheeks. 

"Well, " she returned rather sharply, "I should like to know what sort ofteaching you've had. You're a big enough girl to know that it's aChristian's business to be resigned to the will of God. You don't happen tohave seen many, sick folks, I guess--what is your name?"

"Hazel. "

"Why, that's queer, so is mine; and it isn't a common one. "

"Isn't that nice!" returned the child. "We're both named Hazel and we bothlove flowers so much. "

"Yes; that's quite a coincidence. Now, why shouldn't flowers grow for me, Ishould like to know?"

"Why, you think God afflicted that little girl's back, and didn't let herwalk. Why, Miss Fletcher, " the child's voice grew more earnest, "Hewouldn't do it any more than I'd kneel down and break the stem of thatlovely quest flower and let it hang there and wither. "

Miss Fletcher pushed up her spectacles and gazed down into the clear grayeyes. 

"Does Flossie think He would?" added Hazel with soft amazement. 

"I suppose she does. "

"Then does she say her prayers just the same?"

"Of course she does. "

"What a kind girl she must be!" exclaimed Hazel earnestly. 

"Why do you say that?"

"Because _I_ wouldn't pray to anybody that I believed kept me afflicted. "

Miss Fletcher started back. "Why, child!" she exclaimed, "I should thinkyou'd expect a thunderbolt. Where do your folks go to church, for pity'ssake?"

"To the Christian Science church. "

"Oh--h, that's what's the matter with you! Some of Flossie's relatives haveheard about that, and they've been teasing her mother to try it. I'm sureI'd try anything that wasn't blasphemous. "

"What is blasphemous?"

"Why--why--anything that isn't respectful to God is blasphemous. "

"Oh!" returned Hazel. Then she added softly, "I should think you were that, now. "

"What!" and Miss Fletcher seemed to tower above her visitor in heramazement. 

"Oh--please excuse me. I didn't mean to be impolite; but if you'll just_try_, you'll find out what a mistake you and Flossie have been making, andthat God _wants_ to heal her. "

The two looked at one another for a silent half-minute, the little girl'sheart beating faster under the grim gaze. 

"You might come and see her some day, " suggested Miss Fletcher, at last. "She has a dull time of it, poor child. I've asked the children to come in, and they've all been very kind, but it's vacation, and a good many that Iknow have gone away. "

"I will, " replied Hazel. "Doesn't she like to come out here where theflowers are?"

"Yes; it's been a little too cloudy and threatening to-day, but if it'sclear to-morrow I'll wheel her out under the elm-tree, and she'd like avisit from you. Are you staying far from here?"

"No, uncle Dick's is right on this street. "

"What's his last name?"

"Mr. Badger, " replied Hazel, and she didn't notice the sudden stiffeningthat went through Miss Fletcher. 

"What is your last name?" asked the lady, in a changed voice. 

"Wright. "

This time any one who had eyes for something beside the flowers might haveseen Miss Fletcher start. Color flew into her thin cheeks, and the eyesthat stared at Hazel's straw tam-o'-shanter grew dim. This was dear MabelBadger's child; her little namesake, her own flesh and blood. 

Her jaw felt rigid as she asked the next question. "Have you ever spoken toyour uncle Dick about my garden?"

"Yes, indeed. That's why he let me make one; and every night he asks, 'Well, how's Miss Fletcher's garden to-day, ' and I tell him all about it"

"And didn't he ever say anything to you about me?"

"Why, no;" the child looked up wonderingly. "He doesn't know you, does he?"

"We used to know one another, " returned Miss Fletcher stiffly. 

Richard had certainly behaved very decently in this particular instance. Atleast he had told no lies. 

"Hazel is such an unusual name, " she went on, after a minute. "Who were younamed for?"

"My mother's favorite aunt, " returned the child. 

"Where does she live?"

"I don't know, " replied Hazel vaguely. "My mother was talking to me abouther the evening before uncle Dick and I left Boston. She told me how muchshe loved aunt Hazel; but that error had crept in, and they couldn't seeeach other just now, but that God would bring it all right some day. I havea lovely silver spoon she gave me when I was a baby. "

Miss Fletcher stooped to her border and cut a bunch of mignonette with thescissors that hung from her belt. "Here's something for you to smell of asyou walk home, " she said, and Hazel saw her new friend's hand tremble asshe held out the flowers. "Do you ever kiss strangers?" added the hostessas she rose to her feet. 

Hazel held up her face and took hold of Miss Fletcher's arm as she kissedher. "I think you've been so kind to me, " she said warmly. "I've had thebest time!"

"Well, pick the climbing rose as you pass, " returned Miss Fletcher. "Itseems to want to see the world. Let it go along with you; and don't forgetto come to-morrow. I hope it will be pleasant. "

She stood still, the warm breeze ruffling the thin locks about herforehead, and watched the little girl trip along the walk. The child lookedback and smiled as she stopped to pick the pink rose, and when she threw akiss to Miss Fletcher, that lady found herself responding. 

She went into the house with a flush remaining in her cheeks. 

"How long you stayed, aunt Hazel, " said the little invalid fretfully as sheentered. 

"I expect I did, " returned Miss Fletcher, and there was a new life in hertone that Flossie noticed. 

"Who is that girl?"

"Her name is Hazel Wright, and she is living at the Badgers'. She's ascrazy about flowers as I am, so we had a lot to say. She gave me a lectureon religion, too;" an excited little laugh escaped between the speaker'slips. "She's a very unusual child; and she certainly has a look of theFletchers. "

"What? I thought you said her name was Wright. "

"It is! My tongue slipped. She's coming to see you to-morrow, Flossie. Wemust fix up your doll. I'll wash and iron her pink dress this veryafternoon; for Hazel has a beauty doll, herself. I think you'll like thatlittle girl. "

That evening when uncle Dick and Hazel were at their supper, Mr. Badgerquestioned her as usual about her day. 

"I've had the most _fun_, " she replied. "I've been to see Miss Fletcher, and she took me into her garden, and we smelled of all the flowers, andhad the loveliest time!"

Hannah was standing behind the little girl's chair, and her eyes spokevolumes as she nodded significantly at her employer. 

"Yes, sir, she told Miss Fletcher where she was visiting, and she gave hera bunch of mignonette and a rose to bring home. "

"Yes, " agreed Hazel, "they're in a vase in the parlor now, and she asked meto come to-morrow to see an afflicted girl that's living with her. Youknow, uncle Dick, " Hazel lifted her eyes to him earnestly, "you know how itsays everywhere in the Bible that anybody that's afflicted goes to God andHe heals them; and what do you think! Miss Fletcher and that little Flossiegirl both believe God afflicted her and fixed her back so she can't walk!"

Mr. Badger smiled as he met the wondering eyes. "That isn't ChristianScience, is it?" he returned. 

"I'd rather never have a garden even like Miss Fletcher's than to thinkthat, " declared Hazel, as she went on with her supper. "I feel so sorry forthem!"

"So you're going over to-morrow, " said Mr. Badger. "What are you going todo; treat the little invalid?"

"Why, no indeed, not unless she asks me to. "

"Why not?"

"Because it would be error; it's the worst kind of impoliteness to treatanybody that doesn't ask you to; but I've got to know every minute that herbelief is a lie, and that God doesn't know anything about it. "

"I thought God knew everything, " said Mr. Badger, regarding the childcuriously. 

"He does, of course, everything that's going to last forever and ever:everything that's beautiful and good and strong. Whatever God thinks abouthas _got_ to last. " The child lifted her shoulders. "I'm glad He doesn'tthink about mistakes, --sickness, and everything like that, aren't you?"

"I don't want sickness to last forever, I'm sure" returned Mr. Badger. 

The following day was clear and bright, and early in the afternoon Hazel, dressed in a clean gingham frock, took her doll and walked up the street toMiss Fletcher's. 

The wheeled chair was already out under the elm-tree, and Flossie waswatching for her guest. Miss Fletcher was sitting near her, sewing, andwaiting with concealed impatience for the appearance of the bright faceunder the straw tam-o'-shanter. 

As soon as Hazel reached the corner of the fence and saw them there, shebegan to run, her eyes fixed eagerly on the white figure in the wheeledchair. The blue eyes that looked so tired regarded her curiously as she ranup the garden path and across the grass to the large, shady tree. 

Hazel had never been close to a sick person, and something in Flossie'sappearance and the whiteness of her thin hands that clasped the doll in thegay pink dress brought a lump into the well child's throat and made herheart beat. 

"Dear Father, I want to help her!" she said under her breath, and MissFletcher noticed that she had no eyes for her, and saw the wondering pityin her face as she came straight up to the invalid's chair. 

"Flossie Wallace, this is Hazel Wright, " she said, and Flossie smiled alittle under the love that leaped from Hazel's eyes into hers. 

"I'm glad you brought your doll, " said Flossie. 

"Ella goes everywhere I do, " returned Hazel. "What's your doll's name?"

"Bernice; I think Bernice is a beautiful name, " said Flossie. 

"So do I, " returned Hazel. Then the two children were silent a minute, looking at one another, uncertain how to go on. 

Hazel was the first to speak. "Isn't it lovely to live with this garden?"she asked. 

"Yes, aunt Hazel has nice flowers. "

"I have an aunt Hazel, too, " said the little visitor. 

"Miss Fletcher isn't my real aunt, but I call her that, " remarked Flossie. 

"And _you_ might do it, too, " suggested Miss Fletcher, looking at Hazel, towhom her heart warmed more and more in spite of the astonishing charges ofthe day before. 

"Do you think I could call you aunt Hazel?" asked the child, rather shyly. 

"For the sake of being cousin to my garden, you might. Don't you think so?"

"How is the quest flower to-day?" asked Hazel. 

"Which? Oh, you mean the garden lily. There's another bud. "

"Oh, may I look at it?" cried Hazel, "and wouldn't you like to come too?"turning to Flossie. "Can't I roll your chair?"

"Yes, indeed, " said Miss Fletcher, pleased. "It rolls very easily. GiveFlossie your doll, too, and we'll all go and see the lily bud. "

Hazel obeyed, and carefully pushing the light chair, they moved slowlytoward the spot where the white chalices of the garden lilies poured forththeir incense. 

"Miss Fletcher, " cried Hazel excitedly, dropping on her knees beside thebed, "that is going to be the most beautiful of all. When it is perfectlyopen the plant will be ready to take to the king. " The little girl liftedher shoulders and looked up at her hostess, smiling. 

"What king is going to get my lily?"

"The one who will send you on your quest. "

"What am I to go in quest of?" inquired Miss Fletcher, much entertained. 

"I don't know;" Hazel shook her head. "Every one's errand is different. "

"What is a quest?" asked Flossie. 

"You tell her, Hazel. "

"Why, mother says it's a search for some treasure. "

"You must tell us this story about the quest flower some day, " said MissFletcher. 

"I have the story of it here, " returned Hazel eagerly. "I've read it overand over again because I love it, and so mother put it in my trunk with myChristian Science books. I can bring it over and read it to you, if youwant me to. You'd like it, I know, Miss Fletcher. "

"Aunt Hazel told me you were a Christian Scientist, " said Flossie. "I neversaw one before, but people have talked to mother about it. "

"I could bring _those_ books over, too, " replied Hazel wistfully, "and wecould read the lesson every day, and perhaps it would make you feelbetter. "

"I don't know what it's about, " said Flossie. 

"It's about making sick people well and sinful people good. "

"I'm sinful, too, part of the time, " answered Flossie. "Sometimes I don'tlike to live, and I wish I didn't have to, and everybody says that'ssinful. "

Sudden tears started to Miss Fletcher's eyes, and as the little girls werelooking at one another absorbedly, Hazel standing close to the wheeledchair, she stole away, unobserved, to the house. 

"She ought to be cured, " she said to herself excitedly. "She ought to becured. There's that one more chance, anyway. I've got to where I'm ready tolet the babes and sucklings have a try!"

CHAPTER IX

THE QUEST FLOWER (_Continued_)

The next morning was rainy, and Jewel and her grandfather visited thestable instead of taking their canter. 

"And what will you do this dismal day?" asked the broker of hisdaughter-in-law as they stood alone for a minute after breakfast, Jewelhaving run upstairs to get Anna Belle for the drive to the station. 

"This happy day, " she answered, lifting to him the radiant face that he wasalways mentally contrasting with Madge. "The rain will give me a chance tolook at the many treasures you have here, books and pictures. "

"H'm. You are musical, I know, for Jewel has the voice of a lark. Do youplay the piano?"

Julia looked wistfully at the Steinway grand. "Ah, if I only could!" shereturned. 

Mr. Evringham cleared his throat. "Madam, " he said, lowering his voice, "that child has a most amazing talent. "

"Jewel's voice, do you mean?"

"She'll sing, I'm sure of it, " he replied, "but I mean for music ingeneral. Eloise is an accomplished pianist. She has one piece that Jewelespecially enjoyed, the old Spring Song of Mendelssohn. Probably you knowit. "

Julia shook her head. "I doubt it. I've heard very little good pianoplaying. "

"Well, madam, that child has picked out the melody of that piece byherself, " the broker lowered his voice to still deeper impressiveness. "Assoon as we return in the autumn, we will have her begin lessons. "

Julia's eyes met his gratefully. 

"A very remarkable talent. I am positive of it, " he went on. "Jewel, " forhere the child entered the room, "play the Spring Song for your mother, will you?"

"Now? Zeke is out there, grandpa. "

"Dick can stretch his legs a bit faster this morning. Play it. "

So Jewel set Anna Belle on a brocaded chair and going to the piano, playedthe melody of the Spring Song. She could perform only a few measures, butthere were no false notes in the little chromatic passages, and hergrandfather's eyes sought Julia's in grave triumph. 

"A very marvelous gift, " he managed to say to her again under his breath, as Jewel at last ran ahead of him out to the porte cochère. 

Julia's eyes grew dreamy as she watched the brougham drive off. Howdifferent was to be the future of her little girl from anything she hadplanned in her rosiest moments of hopefulness. 

The more she saw of Mr. Evringham's absorbed attachment to the child, themore grateful she was for the manner in which he had guarded Jewel'ssimplicity, the self-restraint with which he had abstained from loading herwith knickknacks or fine clothes. The child was not merely a pet with him. She was an individual, a character whose development he respected. 

"God keep her good!" prayed the mother. 

It was a charming place to continue the story, there in the large chintzchair by Mrs. Evringham's window. The raindrops pattered against the clearglass, the lawn grew greener, and the great trees beyond the gateway heldtheir leaves up to the bath. 

"Anna Belle's pond will overflow, I think, " said Jewel, looking out thewindow musingly. 

"And how good for the ferns, " remarked her mother. 

"Yes, I'd like to be there, now, " said the child. 

"Oh, I think it's much cosier here. I love to hear the rain, too, don'tyou?"

"Yes, I do, and we'll have the story now, won't we, mother?"

At this moment there was a knock at the door and Zeke appeared with anarmful of birch wood. 

"Mr. Evringham said it might be a little damp up here and I was to lay afire. "

"Oh, yes, yes!" exclaimed Jewel. "Mother, wouldn't you like to have a firewhile we read?"

Mrs. Evringham assented and Zeke laid the sticks on the andirons and letJewel touch the lighted match to the little twigs. 

"I have the loveliest book, Zeke, " she said, when the flames leaped up. "Mymother made it for me, and you shall read it if you want to. "

"Yes, if Zeke wants to, " put in Mrs. Evringham, smiling, "but you'd betterfind out first if he does. This book was written for little girls withshort braids. "

"Oh, Zeke and I like a great many of the same things, " responded Jewelearnestly. 

"That's so, little kid, " replied the young coachman, "and as long as you'regoing to stay here, I'll read anything you say. "

"You see, " explained Jewel, when he had gone out and closed the doorsoftly, "Zeke said it made his nose tingle every time he thought of anybodyelse braiding Star's tail, so he's just as glad as anything that we're notgoing away. "

The birch logs snapped merrily, and Anna Belle sat in Jewel's lap watchingthe leaping flame, while Mrs. Evringham leaned back in her easy chair. Thereading had been interrupted yesterday by the arrival of the hour when Mrs. Evringham had engaged to take a drive with her father-in-law. Jewelaccompanied them, riding Star, and it was great entertainment to her motherto watch the child's good management of the pretty pony who showed by manyshakes of the head and other antics that it had not been explained to hissatisfaction why Essex Maid was left out of this good time. 

Jewel turned to her mother. "We're all ready now, aren't we? Do go on withthe story. I told grandpa about it, driving to the station this morning, and what do you suppose he asked me?" The child drew in her chin. "He askedme if I thought Flossie was going to get well!"

Mrs. Evringham smiled. "Well, we'll see, " she replied, opening thestory-book. "Where were we?"

"Miss Fletcher had just gone into the house and Flossie had just said shewas sinful. She wasn't to blame a bit!"

"Oh, yes, here it is, " said Mrs. Evringham, and she began to read:--

 * * * * *

As Hazel met Flossie's look, her heart swelled and she wished her motherwere here to take care of this little girl who had fallen into such a sadmistake. 

"I wish I knew how to tell you better, Flossie, about God being Love, " shesaid; "but He is, and He didn't send you your trouble. "

"Perhaps He didn't send it, " returned Flossie, "but He thinks it's good forme to have it or else He'd let the doctors cure me. I've had the kindestdoctors you ever heard of, and they know everything about people's backs. "

"But God will cure you, Himself, " said Hazel earnestly. 

A strange smile flitted over the sick child's lips. "Oh, no, He won't. Iasked Him every night for a year, and over and over all day; but I neverask Him now. "

"Oh, Flossie, I know what's the truth, but I don't know how to tell aboutit very well; but everything about you that seems not to be the image andlikeness of God is a lie; and He doesn't see lies, and so He doesn't knowthese mistakes you're thinking; but He _does_ know the strong, well girlyou really are, and He'll help _you_ to know it, too, when you begin tothink right. "

The sincerity and earnestness in her visitor's tone brought a gleam ofinterest into Flossie's eyes. 

"Just think of being well and running around here with me, and think thatGod wants you to!"

"Oh, do you believe He does?" returned Flossie doubtfully. "Mother says itwill do my soul good for me to be sick, if I can't get well. "

Hazel shook her head violently. "You know when Jesus was on earth? Well, henever told anybody it was better for them to be sick. He healed everybody, _everybody_ that asked him, and he came to do the will of his Father; soGod's will doesn't change, and it's just the same now. "

There was a faint color in Flossie's cheeks. "If I was sure God wanted meto get well, why then I'd know I would some time. "

"Of course He does; but you didn't know how to ask Him right. "

"Do _you_?" asked Flossie. 

Hazel nodded. "Yes; not so well as mother, but I do know a little, and ifyou want me to, I'll ask Him for you. "

"Well, of course I do, " returned Flossie, regarding her visitor with grave, wondering eyes. 

In a minute Miss Fletcher, watching the children through a window, beheldsomething that puzzled her. She saw Hazel roll Flossie's chair back underthe elm-tree, and saw her sit down on the grass beside it and cover hereyes with both hands. 

"What game are they playing?" she asked herself; and she smiled, wellpleased by the friendship that had begun. "I wish health was catching, " shesighed. "Little Hazel's a picture. I wonder how long it'll be before shefinds out who I am. I wonder what Richard's idea is in not telling her. "

She moved about the house a few minutes, and then returned, curiously, tothe window. To her surprise matters were exactly as she saw them last. Flossie was, holding both dolls in the wheeled chair, and Hazel was sittingunder the tree, her hands over her eyes. 

A wave of amazement and amusement swept over Miss Fletcher, and she struckher hands together noiselessly. "I _do_ believe in my heart, " sheexclaimed, "that Hazel Wright is giving Flossie one of those absenttreatments they tell about! Well, if I ever in all my born days!"

There was no more work for Miss Fletcher after this, but a restless movingabout the room until she saw Hazel bound up from the ground. Then shehurried out of the house and walked over to the tree. Hazel skipped to meether, her face all alight. "Oh, Miss Fletcher, Flossie wants to be healed byChristian Science. If my mother was only here she could turn to all theplaces in the Bible where it tells about God being Love and healingsickness. "

Miss Fletcher noted the new expression in the invalid's usually listlessface, and the new light in her eyes. 

"I'll take my Bible, " she answered, "and a concordance. I'll bring themright now. You children go on playing and I'll find all the references Ican, and Flossie and I will read them after you've gone. "

Miss Fletcher brought her books out under the tree, and with pencil andpaper made her notes while the children played with their dolls. 

"Let's have them both your children, Flossie, " said Hazel. 

"Oh, yes, " replied Flossie, "and they'll both be sick, and you be thedoctor and come and feel their pulses. Aunt Hazel has my doll's littlemedicine bottles in the house. She'll tell you where they are. "

Hazel paused. "Let's not play that, " she returned, "because--it isn't funto be sick and--you're going to be all done with sickness. "

"All right, " returned Flossie; but it had been her principal play with herdoll, Bernice, who had recovered from such a catalogue of ills that itreflected great credit on her medical man. 

"I'll be the maid, " said Hazel, "and you give me the directions and I'lltake the children to drive and to dancing-school and everywhere you tellme. "

"And when they're naughty, " returned Flossie, "you bring them to me tospank, because I can't let my servants punish my children. "

Hazel paused again. "Let's play you're a Christian Scientist, " she said, "and you have a Christian Science maid, then there won't be any spanking;because if error creeps in, you'll know how to handle it in mind. "

"Oh!" returned Flossie blankly. 

But Hazel was fertile in ideas, and the play proceeded with spirit, owingto the lightning speed with which the maid changed to a coachman, andthence to a market-man or a gardener, according to the demands of thesituation. 

Miss Fletcher, her spectacles well down on her nose, industriously searchedout her references and made record of them, her eyes roving often to thewhite face that was fuller of interest than she had ever seen it. 

When four o'clock came, she went back to the house and returned withFlossie's lap table, which she leaned against the tree trunk. Thisafternoon lunch for the invalid was always accomplished with much coaxingon Miss Fletcher's part, and great reluctance on Flossie's. The little girltook no notice now of what was coming. She was too much engrossed inHazel's efforts to induce Miss Fletcher's maltese cat to allow Bernice totake a ride on his back. 

But when the hostess returned from the house the second time, Hazel gavean exclamation. Miss Fletcher was carrying a tray, and upon it was laid outa large doll's tea-set. It was of white china with gold bands, and whenFlossie saw Hazel's admiration, she exclaimed too. 

"This was my tea-set when I was a little girl, " said Miss Fletcher, "and Iwas always very choice of it. Twenty years ago I had a niece your age, Hazel, who used to think it was the best fun in the world to come to auntHazel's and have lunch off her doll's tea-set. I used to tell her I wasgoing to give it to _her_ little girl if she ever had one. "

Both children exclaimed admiringly over the quaint shape of the bowl andpitchers, as Miss Fletcher deposited the tray on her sewing-table. 

"When I was a child we didn't smash up handsome toys the way children donowadays. They weren't so easy to get. "

"And didn't your niece ever have a little girl?" asked Flossie, beginningto think that in such a case perhaps these dear dishes might come to be herown. 

"Yes, she did, " replied Miss Fletcher kindly, and as she looked at theguest's interested little face her eyes were thoughtful. "I shall give themto her some day. "

"Has she ever seen them?" asked Hazel. 

"Once. I thought you children must be hungry after your games, and you'dlike a little lunch. "

This idea was so pleasing to Hazel that Flossie caught her enthusiasm. 

"You'll be the mistress and pour, Flossie, and I'll be the waitress, " shesaid. "Won't it be the most _fun_! I suppose, ma'am, you'll like to havethe children come to the table?" she added, with sudden respectfulness oftone. 

"Yes, " returned Flossie, with elegant languor. "I think it teaches themgood manners. "

And then the waitress forgot herself so far as to hop up and down; for MissFletcher, who had returned to the house, now reappeared bearing a tray ofeatables and drinkables. 

What a good time the children had, with the sewing-table for a sideboard, and the lap-table fixed firmly across Flossie's chair. 

"Are you sure you aren't getting too tired, dear?" asked Miss Fletcher ofher invalid, doubtfully. "Wouldn't you rather the waitress poured?"

But Flossie declared she was feeling well, and Hazel looked up eagerly intoMiss Fletcher's eyes and said, "You know she can't get too tired unlesswe're doing wrong. "

"Oh, indeed!" returned the hostess dryly. "Then there's nothing to fear, for she's doing the rightest kind of right. "

When the table was set forth, two small plates heaped high withbread-and-butter sandwiches, a coffee-pot and milk-pitcher of beaten eggand milk, a tea-pot of grape juice, one dish of nuts and another of jelly, the waitress's eyes spoke so eloquently that Flossie mercifully dismissedher on the spot, and invited a lady of her acquaintance to the feast, whoimmediately drew up a chair with eager alacrity. 

Miss Fletcher seated herself again and looked on with the utmostsatisfaction, while the children laughed and ate, and when the sandwichplates and coffee-pot and tea-pot and milk-pitcher were all emptied, shereplenished them from the well-furnished sideboard. 

"My, I wish I was aunt Hazel's real little niece!" exclaimed Flossie, enchanted with pouring from the delightful china. 

"So do I wish I was, " said Hazel, looking around at her hostess with asmile that was returned. 

When Hazel sat down to supper at home that evening, she had plenty to tellof the delightful afternoon, which made Mr. Badger and Hannah open theireyes to the widest, although she did not suspect how she was astonishingthem. 

"I tell you, " she added, in describing the luncheon, "we were careful notto break that little girl's dishes. Oh, I wish you could see them. They'rethe most be-_au_tiful you ever saw. They're so big--big enough for achild's real ones that she could use herself. "

"I judge you did use them, " said uncle Dick. 

"Well, I guess we did! Miss Fletcher--she wants me to call her aunt Hazel, uncle Dick!" The child looked up to observe the effect of this. 

He nodded. "Do it, then. Perhaps she'll forget and give you the dishes. "

Hazel laughed. "Well, anyway, she said Flossie'd eaten as much as sheusually did in two whole days. Isn't it beautiful that she's going to getwell?"

"I wouldn't talk to her too much about it, " returned Mr. Badger. "It wouldbe cruel to disappoint her. "

This sort of response was new to Hazel. She gazed at her uncle a minute. "That's error, " she said at last. "God doesn't disappoint people. They'llget some grown-up Scientist, but until they do, I'll declare the truth forFlossie every day. She'll get well. You'll see. 

"I hope so, " returned Mr. Badger quietly. 

Old Hannah gave her employer a wink over the child's head. "You might askthem to come here by your garden and have lunch some day, Hazel. I'll fixthings up real nice for you, even if we haven't got any baby dishes. "

"I'd love to, " returned Hazel, "and I expect they'd love to come. To-morrowI'm going to take the lesson over and read it with them, and I'm going toread them the 'Quest Flower, ' too. It's a story that aunt Hazel will justlove. I think she has one in her yard. "

"Well, Mr. Richard, " said Hannah, after their little visitor had gone tobed, "I see the end of one family feud. "

Mr. Badger smiled. "When Miss Fletcher consents to take lunch in my yard, Ishall see it, too, " he replied. 

The next day was pleasant, also, and when Hazel appeared outside her aunt'sfence, Flossie was sitting under the tree and waved a hand to her. Thewhite face looked pleased and almost eager, and Miss Fletcher called:--

"Come along, Hazel. I guess Flossie got just tired enough yesterday. Sheslept last night the best she has since she came. "

"Yes, " added the little invalid, smiling as her new friend drew near, "thenight seemed about five minutes long. "

"That's the way it does to me, " returned Hazel. She had her doll and somebooks in her arms, and Miss Fletcher took the latter from her. 

"H'm, h'm, " she murmured, as she looked over the titles. "You havesomething about Christian Science here. "

"Yes, I thought I'd read to-day's lesson to Flossie before I treated her, and you'd let us take your Bible. "

"I certainly will. I can tell you, Hazel, Flossie and I were surprised atthe number of good verses and promises I read to her last evening. Anybodyought to sleep well after them. "

Hazel looked glad, and Miss Fletcher let her run into the house to bringthe Bible, for it was on the hall table in plain sight. 

While she was gone the hostess smoothed Flossie's hair. "I can tell you, mydear child, that reading all those verses to you last night made me feelthat we don't any of us live up to our lights very well. 'Tisn't always aquestion of sick bodies, Flossie. "

Hazel came bounding back to the elm-tree, and sitting down near the wheeledchair, opened the Bible and two of the books she had brought, and proceededto read the lesson. Had she been a few years older, she would not haveattempted this without a word of explanation to two people to whom many ofthe terms of her religion were strange, but no doubts assailed her. Thelittle white girl in the wheeled chair was going to get out of it and runaround and be happy--that was all Hazel knew, and she proceeded in the onlyway she knew of to bring it about. 

Miss Fletcher's thin lips parted as she listened to the sentences that thechild read. She understood scarcely more than Flossie of what they werehearing, excepting the Bible verses, and these did not seem to bear on thecase. It was Hazel's perfectly unhesitating certainty of manner and voicewhich most impressed her, and when the child had finished she continued tostare at her unconsciously. 

"Now, " said Hazel, returning her look, "I guess I'd better treat her beforewe begin to play. "

Her hostess started. "Oh!" she ejaculated, "then I suppose you'd rather bealone. "

"Yes, it's easier, " returned the little girl. 

Miss Fletcher, feeling rather embarrassed, gathered up her sewing and movedoff to the house. 

"If I ever in all my born days!" she thought again. "What would Flossie'smother say! Well, that dear little girl's prayers can't do any harm, and ifshe isn't a smart young one I never saw one. She's Fletcher clear through. I'd like to know what Richard Badger thinks of her. If she'd give _him_ afew absent treatments it might do him some good. "

Miss Fletcher's lips took their old grim line as she added this reflection, but she was not altogether comfortable. Her nephew's action in withholdingfrom Hazel the fact that it was her aunt whom she was visiting daily couldscarcely have other than a kindly motive; and that long list of Biblereferences which she had read to Flossie last evening had stirred herstrangely. There was one, "He that loveth not, knoweth not God, for God islove, " which had followed her to bed and occupied her thoughts for sometime. 

Now she went actively to work preparing the luncheon which she intendedserving to the children later. 

"And I'd better fix enough for two laboring men, " she thought, smiling. 

Later, when she went back under the tree, her little guest skipped up toher. "Oh, aunt Hazel, " she said, and the address softened the hostess'seyes, "won't you and Flossie come to-morrow afternoon if it's pleasant, andhave lunch beside my garden?"

Miss Fletcher's face changed. This was a contingency that had not occurredto her. 

"Oh, do say yes, " persisted the child. "I want you to see my flowers, andFlossie says she'd love to. I'll come up and wheel her down there. "

"Flossie can go some day, yes, " replied aunt Hazel reluctantly; "but Idon't visit much. I'm set in my ways. "

"Hannah, uncle Dick's housekeeper, suggested it herself, " pursued Hazel, thinking that perhaps her own invitation was not sufficient, "and I knowuncle Dick would be glad. You said, " with sudden remembrance, "that youused to know him. "

Miss Fletcher's lips were their grimmest. "I've spanked him many a time, "she replied deliberately. 

"Spanked him!" repeated the child, staring in still amazement. 

The grim lips crept into a grimmer smile. "Not very hard; not hard_enough_, I've thought a good many times since. "

Hazel recovered her breath. "You knew him when he was little?"

"I certainly did. No, child, don't ask me to go out of my tracks. You comehere all you will, and if you'll be very careful you can wheel Flossie upto your garden some day. Come, now, are you going to read us that story? Isee you brought it. "

"Yes, I brought it, " replied Hazel, in a rather subdued voice. She saw thatthere was some trouble between this kind, new friend and her dear uncleDick, and the discovery astonished her. How could grown-up people notforgive one another?

Miss Fletcher seated herself again with her sewing, and Hazel took thelittle white book and sat down close by the wheeled chair where Flossie washolding both the dolls. 

"Do you like stories?" she asked. 

"Yes, when they're not interesting, " returned Flossie; "but when motherbrings a book and says it's very interesting, I know I shan't like it. "

Hazel laughed. "Well, hear this, " she said, and began to read:--

 * * * * *

Once there was a very rich man whose garden was his chief pride and joy. Inall the country around, people knew about this wonderful garden, and manycame from miles away to look at the rare trees and shrubs, and thebeautiful vistas through which one could gain glimpses of blue water whereidle swans floated and added their snowy beauty to the scene. But loveliestof all were the rare flowers, blossoming profusely and rejoicing everybeholder. 

It was the ambition of the man's life to have the most beautiful garden inthe world; and so many strangers as well as friends told him that it wasso that he came to believe it and to be certain that no beauty could beadded to his enchanting grounds. 

One evening, as he was strolling about the avenues, he strayed near thewall and suddenly became aware of a fragrance so sweet and strange that hestarted and looked about him to find its source. Becoming more and moreinterested each moment, as he could find only such blossoms as werefamiliar to him, he at last perceived that the wonderful perfume floated infrom the public way which ran just without the wall. 

Instantly calling a servant he dispatched him to discover what might be theexplanation of this delightful mystery. 

The servant sped and found a youth bearing a jar containing a plant crownedwith a wondrous pure white flower which sent forth this sweetness. 

The servant endeavored to bring the bearer to his master, but the youthsteadily refused; saying that, the plant being now in perfection, he wascarrying it to the King, for in his possession it would never fade. 

The servant returning with this news, the owner of the garden hastened, himself, and overtook the young man. When his eyes beheld the wondrousplant, he demanded it at any price. 

"I cannot part with it to you, " returned the youth, "but do you not knowthat at the Public Garden a bulb of this flower is free to all?"

"I never heard of it, " replied the man, with excitement, "but to grow itmust be difficult. Promise me to return and tend it for me until I possessa plant as beautiful as yours. "

"That would be useless, " returned the youth, "for every man must tend hisown; and as for me, the King will send me on a quest when He has receivedthis flower, and I shall not return this way. "

His face was radiant as he proceeded on his road, and the rich man, filledwith an exceeding longing, hastened to the Public Garden and made known hisdesire. He was given a bulb, and was told that the King provided it, butthat when the plant was in flower it must be carried to Him. 

The man agreed, and returning to his house, rejoicing, caused the bulb tobe planted in a beautiful spot set apart for its reception. 

But, strangely, as time went on, his gardeners could not make this plantgrow. The man sent out for experts, men with the greatest wisdom concerningthe ways of flowers, but still the bulb rested passive. The man offeredrewards, but in vain. His garden was still famous and praised for itsbeauty far and near; but it pleased him no longer. His heart ached withlonging for the one perfect flower. 

One night he lay awake, mourning and restless, until he could bear it nomore. He rose, the only waking figure in the sleeping castle, and went outupon a balcony. A flood of moonlight was turning his garden to silver, andsuddenly a nightingale's sobbing song pulsed upon the air and filled hisheart to bursting. 

Wrapping his mantle about him, he descended a winding stair and walked towhere, in the centre of the garden, reposed his buried hope. No one was byto witness the breaking down of his pride. He knelt, and swift tears fellupon the earth and moistened it. 

What wonder was this? He brushed away the blinding drops, the better tosee, for a little green shoot appeared from the brown earth, and, with aleap of the heart, he perceived that his flower had begun to grow. 

Every succeeding night, while all in the castle were sleeping, he descendedto the garden and tended the plant. 

Steadily it grew, and finally the bud appeared, and one fair day it burstinto blossom and filled the whole garden with its perfume. 

The thought of parting with this treasure tugged at the man's veryheartstrings. "The King has many, how many, who can tell! Must I give upmine to Him? Not yet. Not quite yet!"

So he put off carrying away the perfect flower from one day to the next, till at last it fell and was no more worthy. 

Ah, then what sadness possessed the man's soul! He vowed that he wouldnever rest until he had brought another plant to perfection and given it tothe King; for he realized, at last, that only by giving it, could itsloveliness become perennial. Yet he mourned his perfect flower, for itseemed to him no other would ever possess such beauty. 

So he set forth again to the Public Garden, but there a great shock awaitedhim. He found that no second bulb could be vouchsafed to any one. Verysadly he retraced his steps and carefully covered the precious bulb, hopingthat when the season of storm and frost was past, there might come to itrenewed life. 

As soon as the spring began to spread green loveliness again across thelandscape, the man turned, with a full heart, to the care and nurture ofhis hope. The winter of waiting had taught him many a lesson. 

He tended the plant now with his own hands, in the light of day and in thesight of all men. Long he cherished it, and steadily it grew, and the man'sthought grew with it. Finally the bud appeared, increasing and beautifyingdaily, until, one morning, a divine fragrance spread beyond the farthestlimits of that garden, for the flower had bloomed, spotless, fit for a holygift; and the man looked upon it humbly and not as his own; but rejoiced inthe day of its perfection that he might leave all else behind him, and, carrying it to the King, lay it at His feet and receive His bidding; and sogo forth upon his joyous quest. 

 * * * * *

Hazel closed the book. Flossie was watching her attentively. Miss Fletcherhad laid down her sewing and was wiping her spectacles. 

"Did you like it?" asked Hazel. 

"Yes, " replied Flossie. "I wish I knew what that flower was. "

"Mother says the blossom is consecration, " replied Hazel. "I forget whatshe said the bulb was. What do you think it was, aunt Hazel?"

"Humility, perhaps, " replied Miss Fletcher. 

"Yes, that's just what she said! I remember now. Oh, let's go and look atyours and see how the bud is to-day. " Hazel sprang up from the grass andcarefully pushed Flossie's chair to the flower-bed. 

"Oh, aunt Hazel, it's nearly out, " she cried, and Miss Fletcher, who hadremained behind still polishing her spectacles with hands that were notvery steady, felt a little frightened leap of the heart. She wished theQuest Flower would be slower. 

The afternoon was as happy a one to the children as that of the day before. They greatly enjoyed the dainty lunch from the little tea-set. They hadcocoa to-day instead of the beaten egg and milk; then, just before Hazelwent home, Miss Fletcher let her water the garden with a fascinatingsprinkler that whirled and was always just about to deluge either the onewho managed it or her companions. 

In the child's little hands it was a dangerous weapon, but Miss Fletchervery kindly and patiently helped her to use it, for she saw the pleasureshe was bestowing. 

That night Hazel had a still more joyous tale to tell of her happy day; anduncle Dick went out doors with her after supper and watched her water herown garden bed and listened to her chatter with much satisfaction. 

"So Miss Fletcher doesn't care to come and lunch in my yard, " he remarked. 

"No, " returned Hazel, pausing and regarding him. "She says she used to knowyou well enough to spank you, too. "

Mr. Badger laughed. "She certainly did. "

"Then error must have crept in, " said the little girl, "that she doesn'tknow you now. "

"I used to think it had, when she got after me. "

The child observed his laughing face wistfully, "She didn't know how tohandle it in mind, did she?"

"Not much. A slipper was good enough for her. "

"Well, I don't see what's the matter, " said Hazel. 

"'Tisn't necessary, little one. You go on having a good time. Everythingwill come out all right some day. "

As Mr. Badger spoke he little knew what activity was taking place in hisaunt's thought. Her heart had been touched by the surprising arrival andsympathy of her namesake, and her conscience had been awakened by the arrayof golden words from the Bible which she had not studied much during latebitter years. The story of the Quest Flower, falling upon her softenedheart, seemed to hold for her a special meaning. 

In the late twilight that evening she stood alone in her garden, and theopening chalice of the perfect lily shone up at her through the dusk. "Onlya couple of days, at most, " she murmured, "not more than a couple ofdays--and humility was the root!"

When it rained the following morning, Flossie looked out the window ratherdisconsolately; but after dinner her face brightened, for she saw Hazelcoming up the street under an umbrella. Tightly held in one arm were Ellaand a bundle of books and doll's clothes. Miss Fletcher welcomed the guestgladly, and, after disposing of her umbrella, left the children togetherand took her sewing upstairs where she sat at work by a window, frowningand smiling by turns at her own thoughts. 

Occasionally she looked down furtively at her garden, where in plain viewthe quest flower drank in the warm rain and opened--opened!

By this time Flossie and Hazel were great friends, and the expression ofthe former's face had changed even in three days, until one would forgetto call her an afflicted child. 

They had the lesson and the treatment this afternoon, and then their plays, and when lunch time came the appetites of the pair did not seem to havebeen injured by their confinement to the house. 

When the time came for Hazel to go it had ceased raining, and Miss Fletcherwent with her to the gate. 

"Oh, oh, aunt Hazel--see the quest flower!" exclaimed the child. 

True, a lily, larger, fairer than all the rest, reared itself in statelypurity in the centre of the bed. 

Miss Fletcher turned and looked at it with startled eyes and pressed herhand to her heart. "Why can't the thing give a body time to make up hermind!" she murmured. 

"Oh, to-morrow, _to-morrow_, aunt Hazel, the sun will come out, and I knowjust how that lily will look. It will be fit to take to the King!"

Miss Fletcher passed her arm around the child's shoulders. "I want you tostay to supper with us to-morrow night, dear. Ask your uncle if you may. "

"Thank you, I'd love to, " returned the child, and was skipping off. 

"Wait a minute. " Miss Fletcher stooped and with her scissors cut a mossrose so full of sweetness that as she handed it to her guest, Hazel huggedher. 

The following day was fresh and bright. Flossie's best pink gown and hairribbons made her look like a rose, herself, to Hazel, as the little girl, very fine in a white frock and ribbons, came skipping up the street. MissFletcher stood watching them as her niece ran toward the wheeled chair. The lustre in Flossie's eyes made her heart glad; but the visitor stoppedshort in the midst of the garden and clasped her hands. 

"Oh, aunt Hazel!" she cried, "the quest flower!"

Miss Fletcher nodded and slowly drew near. The stately lily looked like aqueen among her subjects. 

"Yes, it is to-day, " she said softly, "to-day. "

She could not settle to her sewing, but, leaving the children together fortheir work and play, walked up and down the garden paths. Later she wentinto the house and upstairs and put on her best black silk dress. Anunusual color came into her cheeks while she dressed. "The bulb washumility, " she murmured over and over, under her breath. 

The afternoon was drawing to a close when Miss Fletcher at last moved outof doors and to the elm-tree. "I didn't bring you any lunch to-day, " shesaid to the children, "because I want you to be hungry for a good supper. "

"Can we have the dishes just the same?" asked Flossie. 

"The owner is going to have them to-night, " replied Miss Fletcher, and boththe little girls regarded her flushed face with eager curiosity. 

"Why, have you asked her?" they cried together. 

"Yes. "

"Does she know she's going to have the tea-set?"

"No. "

"Oh, what fun!" exclaimed Flossie. "I didn't know she was in town. "

"Yes, she is in town. " Miss Fletcher turned to Hazel and put her hand onthe child's shoulder. "We must do everything we can to celebrate takingthe flower to the King. "

Only then the children noticed that aunt Hazel had her bonnet on. 

"Oh, " cried the child, bewildered, "are you going to _do_ it?"

Miss Fletcher met her radiant eyes thoughtfully. "If I should take theflower of consecration to the King, Hazel, I know what would be the firsterrand He would give me to do. I am going to do it now. Go on playing. Ishan't be gone long. "

She moved away down the garden path and out of the gate. 

"What do you suppose it is?" asked Flossie. 

"I don't know, " returned Hazel simply. "Something right;" and then theytook up their dolls again. 

Miss Fletcher did not return very soon. In fact, nearly an hour had slippedaway before she came up the street, and then a man was with her. As theyentered the gate Hazel looked up. 

"Uncle Dick, uncle Dick!" she cried gladly, jumping up and running to meethim. He and Miss Fletcher both looked very happy, as they all moved over toFlossie's chair. Mr. Badger's kind eyes looked down into hers and hecarried her into the house in his strong arms. Hazel followed, rolling thechair and having many happy thoughts; but she did not understand even alittle of the situation until they all went into the dining-room andFlossie was carefully seated in the place the hostess indicated. 

The white and gold tea-set was not in front of Flossie this time, butgrouped about another place. Hazel's quick eyes noted that there were fourseats, but before she had time to speak of the expected child--happy ownerof the tea-set--uncle Dick spoke:--

"Where do I go, aunt Hazel?"

The child's eyes widened at such familiarity. "Why, uncle Dick!" sheejaculated. 

He and the hostess both regarded her, smiling. 

"She is my aunt, " he said; and then he lifted Hazel into the chair beforethe pretty china. "I believe these are your dishes, " he added. 

The child leaned back in her chair and looked from one to another. Slowly, slowly, she understood. That was the aunt Hazel who gave her the silverspoon. It had been aunt Hazel all the time! She suddenly jumped down fromher chair, and, running to Miss Fletcher, hugged her without a word. 

Aunt Hazel embraced her very tenderly. "Yes, my lamb, " she whispered, "error crept in, but it has crept out again, I hope forever;" and throughthe wide-open windows came the perfume of the quest flower: pure, strong, beautiful, --radiantly white in the evening glow. 

 * * * * *

Before Hazel went back to Boston, Flossie's mother came to Miss Fletcher's, and the change for the better in her little daughter filled her with wonderand joy. With new hope she followed the line of treatment suggested by alittle girl, and by the time another summer came around, two happy childrenplayed again in aunt Hazel's garden, both as free as the sweet air andsunshine, for Divine Love had made Flossie "every whit whole. "

CHAPTER X

THE APPLE WOMAN'S STORY

Jewel told her grandfather all about it that day while they were havingtheir late afternoon ride. 

"And so the little girl got well, " he commented. 

"Yes, and could run and play and have the most _fun_!" returned Jeweljoyously. 

"And aunt Hazel made it up with her nephew. "

"Yes. Why don't people know that all they have to do is to put on more loveto one another? Just supposing, grandpa, that you hadn't loved me so muchwhen I first came. "

"H'm. It _is_ fortunate that I was such an affectionate old fellow!"

"Mother says we all have to tend the flower and carry it to the King beforewe're really happy. Do you know it made us both think of the same thingwhen at last the man did it. "

"What was that?"

"Our hymn:--

 'My hope I cannot measure, My path in life is free, My Father has my treasure And He will walk with me!'

Don't you begin to love mother very much, grandpa?"

"She is charming. "

"Of course she isn't your real relation, the way I am. "

"Oh, come now. She's my daughter. "

Jewel smiled at him doubtfully. "But so is aunt Madge, " she returned. 

"Why, Jewel, I'm surprised that any one who looks so tall as you do in ariding skirt shouldn't know more than that! Mrs. Harry Evringham is _your_mother. "

"I never thought of that, " returned the child seriously. "Why, so she is. "

"That brings her very close, very close, you see, " said Mr. Evringham, andhis reasoning was clear as daylight to Jewel. 

At dinner that evening she was still further reassured. The child did notknow that the maids in the house, having been scornfully informed by auntMadge of Mrs. Harry's business, were prepared to serve her grudgingly, andregard her visit as being merely on sufferance despite Mrs. Forbes's moreoptimistic view. But the spirit that looked out of Mrs. Evringham's darkeyes and dwelt in the curves of her lips came and saw and conquered. Jewelhad won the hearts of the household, and already its unanimous voice, afterthe glimpses it had had of her mother during two days, was that it was nowonder. 

Even the signs of labor that appeared in Julia's pricked fingers made theserenity of her happy face more charming to her father-in-law. She hadJewel's own directness and simplicity, her appreciation and enjoyment ofall beauty, the child's own atmosphere of unexacting love and gratitude. Every half hour that Mr. Evringham spent with her lessened his regret athaving burned his bridges behind him. 

"Now, you mustn't be lonely here, Julia, " he said, that evening at dinner. "I have come to be known as something of a hermit by choice; but whileMadge and Eloise lived with me, I fancy they had a good many callers, andthey went out, to the mild degree that society smiles upon in the case of arecent widow and orphan. They were able to manage their own affairs; butyou are a stranger in a strange land. If you desire society, give me a hintand I will get it for you. "

"Oh, no, father!" replied Julia, smiling. "There is nothing I desire less. "

"Mother'll get acquainted with the people at church, " said Jewel, "and Iknow she'll love Mr. And Mrs. Reeves. They're grandpa's friends, mother. "

"Yes, " remarked Mr. Evringham, busy with his dinner, "some of the bestpeople in Bel-Air have gone over to this very strange religion of yours, Julia. I shan't be quite so conspicuous in harboring two followers of thefaith as I should have been a few years ago. "

"No, it is becoming quite respectable, " returned Julia, with twinklingeyes. 

"Three, grandpa, you have three here, " put in Jewel. "You didn't countZeke. "

Mrs. Evringham looked up kindly at Mrs. Forbes, who stood by, as usual, inher neat gown and apron. 

"Zeke is really in for it, eh, Mrs. Forbes?" Mr. Evringham asked thequestion without glancing up. 

"Yes, sir, and I have no objection. I'm too grateful for the changes forthe better in the boy. If Jewel had persuaded him to be a fire worshiper Ishouldn't have lifted my voice. I'd have said to myself, 'What's a littlemore fire here, so long as there'll be so much less hereafter. '"

Mrs. Evringham laughed and the broker shook his head. "Mrs. Forbes, Mrs. Forbes, I'm afraid your orthodoxy is getting rickety, " he said. 

"How about your own, father?" asked Julia. 

"Oh, I'm a passenger. You see, I know that Jewel will ask at the heavenlygate if I can come in, and if they refuse, they won't get her, either. Thatmakes me feel perfectly safe. "

Jewel watched the speaker seriously. Mr. Evringham met her thoughtful eyes. 

"Oh, they'll want you, Jewel. Don't you be afraid. "

"I'm not afraid. How could I be? But I was just wondering whether youdidn't know that you'll have to do your own work, grandpa. "

He looked up quickly and met Julia's shining eyes. 

"Dear me, " he responded, with an uncomfortable laugh. "Don't I get out ofit?"

The next morning when Jewel had driven back from the station, and she andher mother had studied the day's lesson, they returned to the ravine, taking the Story Book with them. 

Before settling themselves to read, they counted the new wild flowers thathad unfolded, and Jewel sprinkled them and the ferns, from the brook. 

"Did you ever see anybody look so pretty as Anna Belle does, in thatnecklace?" exclaimed Jewel, fondly regarding her child, enthroned againstthe snowy trunk of a little birch-tree. "It isn't going to be your turn tochoose the story this morning, dearie. Here, I'll give you a daisy to playwith. "

"Wait, Jewel, I think Anna Belle would rather see it growing until we go, don't you?"

"Would you, dearie? Yes, she says she would; but when we go, we'll takethe sweet little thing and let it have the fun of seeing grandpa's houseand what we're all doing. "

"It seems such a pity, to me, to pick them and let them wither, " said Mrs. Evringham. 

"Why, I think they only seem to wither, mother, " replied Jewel hopefully. "A daisy is an idea of God, isn't it?"

"Yes, dear. "

"When one seems to wither and go out of sight, we only have to look arounda little, and pretty soon we see the daisy idea again, standing just aswhite and bright as ever, because God's flowers don't fade. "

"That's so, Jewel, " returned the mother quietly. 

The child drew a long breath. "I've thought a lot about it, here in theravine. At first I thought perhaps picking a violet might be just as mucherror as killing a bluebird; and then I remembered that we pick the flowerfor love, and it doesn't hurt it nor its little ones; but nobody everkilled a bird for love. "

Mrs. Evringham nodded. 

"Now it's my turn to choose, " began Jewel, in a different tone, settlingherself near the seat her mother had taken. 

Mrs. Evringham opened the book and again read over the titles of thestories. 

"Let's hear 'The Apple Woman's Story, '" said Jewel, when she paused. 

Her mother looked up. "Do you remember good old Chloe, who used to comeevery Saturday to scrub for me? Well, something she told me of anexperience she once had, when she was a little girl, put the idea of thistale into my head; and I'll read you

THE APPLE WOMAN'S STORY

Franz and Emilie and Peter Wenzel were little German children, born inAmerica. Their father was a teacher, and his children were alone with himexcept for the good old German woman, Anna, who was cook and nurse too inthe household. She tried to teach Franz and Emilie to be good children, andtook great care of Peter, the sturdy three-year-old boy, a fat, solemnbaby, whose hugs were the greatest comfort his father had in the world. 

Franz and Emilie had learned German along with their English by hearing itspoken in the house, and it was a convenience at times, for instance, whenthey wished to say something before the colored apple woman which they didnot care to have her understand; but the apple woman did not think theywere polite when they used an unknown tongue before her. 

"Go off fum here, " she would say to them when they began to talk in German. "None o' that lingo round my stand. Go off and learn manners. " And whenFranz and Emilie found she was in earnest they would ask her to forgivethem in the politest English they were acquainted with; for they were verymuch attached to the clean, kind apple woman, whose stand was near theirfather's house. They admired her bright bandana headdress and thought herthe most interesting person in the world. As for the apple woman, she hadhad so many unpleasant experiences with teasing children that she did nottake Franz and Emilie into her favor all at once, but for some timeaccepted their pennies and gave them their apples when they came to buy, watching them suspiciously with her sharp eyes to make sure that they werenot intending to play her any trick. 

But even before they had become regular customers she decided under herbreath that they were "nice chillen;" and when she came to know them betterher kind heart overflowed to them. 

One morning as they smiled and nodded to her on the way to school, shecalled out and beckoned. 

"Apples for the little baskets?"

"Not to-day, " answered Emilie. 

She beckoned to them again with determination, and the children approached. 

"We forgot to brush our teeth last night, " explained Franz, "so we haven'tany penny. "

"I forgot it, " said Emilie, "and Franz didn't remind me, so we neither ofus got it. That's the way Anna makes us remember. "

"Never you mind, honey, here's apples for love, " replied the colored woman, holding up two rosy beauties. 

The children looked at one another and shook their heads. 

"Thank you, " said Emilie, "but we can't. Papa said the last time you gavethem to us that if we ate your apples without paying for them we mustn'tcome to visit you any more. "

"Now think o' that!" exclaimed the apple woman when the children had goneon. She was much touched and pleased to know that Franz and Emilie wouldrather come and sit and talk to her and listen to her stories than to eather apples. 

She was right; they were nice children; but they had their naughty times, and good old Anna was often greatly troubled by them. She felt herresponsibility of the whole family very deeply, and tried to talk no moreGerman. These children must grow up to be good Americans, and she must nothold them back. It was very hard for the poor woman to remember always tospeak English, and funny broken English it was; so that little Peter, hearing it all the time, had a baby talk of his own that was very comicaland different from other children. He talked about the "luckle horse" heplayed with, and the "boomps" he got when he fell down, and he was verybrave and serious, as became a fat baby boy who had to take care of himselfa great deal. 

Anna was so busy cooking and mending for a family of five she was very gladof the hours when Mr. Wenzel worked at home at his desk and baby Petercould stay in the same room with him and play with his toys. 

Mr. Wenzel was a kind father and longed as far as possible to fill theplace of mother also to his children, who loved him dearly. To little Peterhe was all-powerful. A kiss from papa soothed the hardest "boomp" that hismany tumbles gave him; but even Peter realized that when papa was at hisdesk he was very busy indeed, and though any of the children might sit inthe room with him, they must not speak unless it was absolutely necessary. 

Emilie was now eight years old, and she might have helped her father andAnna more than she did; but she never thought of this. She loved to read, especially fairy stories, and she often curled up on the sofa in herfather's room and read while Peter either played about the room with histoys, or went to papa's desk and stood with his round eyes fixed on Mr. Wenzel's face until the busy man would look up from his papers and ask:"What does my Peter want?"

Especially did Emilie fly to this refuge in papa's room after a quarrelwith Franz, and I'm sorry to say she had a great many. The apple womanfound out that the little brother and sister were not always amiable. Annahad confided in her; and then one day the children approached her standcontradicting each other, their voices growing louder and louder as theycame, until at last Franz made a face at Emilie, giving her a push, andshe, quick as a kitten, jumped forward and slapped him. 

What Franz would have done after this I don't know, if the apple womanhadn't said, "Chillen, chillen!" so loud that he stopped to look at her. 

"Ah, listen at that fairy Slap-back a-laughin'!" cried the apple woman. 

"The fairy Flapjack?" asked Franz, as he and his sister forgot their wrathand ran toward the stand. 

"_Flapjack!_" repeated the apple woman with scorn, as the children nestleddown, one each side of her. "Yo' nice chillen pertendin' not to know yo'friends!"

"What friends? What?" asked Emilie eagerly. 

"The fairy Slap-back. P'raps I didn't see her jest now, a-grinnin' over yo'shoulder. "

"Is she anybody to be afraid of?" asked Emilie, big-eyed. 

"To be sho' she is if you-all go makin' friends with her, " returned theapple woman, with a knowing sidewise nod of her head. Then drawing backfrom the children with an air of greatest surprise, "You two don't mean tocome here tellin' me you ain't never heerd o' the error-fairies?" sheasked. 

"Never, " they both replied together. 

"Shoo!" exclaimed the apple woman. "If you ain't the poor igno'antest w'itechillen that ever lived. Why, if you ain't never heerd on 'em, yo're likelyto be snapped up by 'em any day in the week as you was jest now. "

"Oh, tell us. Do tell us!" begged Franz and Emilie. 

"Co'se I will, 'case 't ain't right for them mis'able creeturs to behangin' around you all, and you not up to their capers. Fust place they'recalled the error-fairies 'case they're all servants to a creetur namedError. She's a cheat and a humbug, allers pertendin' somethin' or other, and she makes it her business to fight a great and good fairy named Love. Now Love--oh, chillen, my pore tongue can't tell you of the beauty andgoodness o' the fairy Love! She's the messenger of a great King, and spendsher whole time a-blessin' folks. Her hair shines with the gold o' the sun;her eyes send out soft beams; her gown is w'ite, and when she moves 'tis asif forget-me-nots and violets was runnin' in little streams among itsfolds. Ah, chillen, " the apple woman shook her head, "she's the blessin' o'the world. Her soft arms are stretched out to gather in and comfort everysorrowin' heart. 

"Well, 'case she was so lovely an' the great King trusted her, Errorthought she'd try her hand; but she hadn't any king, Error hadn't. Therewa'n't nobody to stand for her or to send her on errands. She was alow-lifed, flabby creetur, " the apple woman made a scornful grimace; "jesta misty-moisty nobody; nothin' to her. Her gown was a cloud and she wa'n'tno more 'n a shadder, herself, until she could git somebody to listen toher. When she did git somebody to listen to her, she'd begin to stiffen upand git some backbone and git awful sassy; so she crep' around whisperin'to folks that Love was no good, and 'lowin' that she--that mis'ablecreetur--was the queen o' life. 

"Some folks knowed better and told her so, right pine blank, an' thenstraight off she'd feel herself changin' back into a shadder, an' sail awayas fast as she could to try it on somebody else. She was ugly to look at asa bad dream, but yet there was lots o' folks would pay 'tention to her, andafter they'd listened once or twice, she kep' gittin' stronger and pearter, an' as she got stronger, they got weaker, and every day it was harder fer'em to drive her off, even after they'd got sick of her. 

"Then, even if she didn't have a king, she had slaves; oh, dozens anddozens of error-fairies, to do her will. Creepin' shadders they was, too, till somebody listened to 'em and give 'em a backbone. There's--let mesee"--the apple woman looked off to jog her memory--"there's Laziness, Selfishness, Backbitin', Cruelty--oh, I ain't got time to tell 'em all; an'not one mite o' harm in one of 'em, only for some silly mortal that listensand gives the creetur a backbone. They jest lop over an' melt away, thewhole batch of 'em, when Love comes near. She knows what no-accounthumbugs they are, you see; and they jest lop over an' melt away whenevereven a little chile knows enough to say 'Go off fum here, an' quitpesterin''!"

Franz and Emilie stared at the apple woman and listened hard. Their cheeksmatched the apples. 

"What happened a minute ago to you-all? An error-creetur named Slap-backwhispered to you. 'Quarrel!' says she. What'd you do? Did you say 'Go off, you triflin' vilyun'?

"Not a bit of it. You quarreled; an' Slap-back kep' gittin' bigger andstronger and stiffer in the backbone while you was goin' it, an' at last upcomes this little hand of Emilie's. Whack! That was the time Slap-backcouldn't hold in, an' she jest laughed an' laughed over yo' shoulder. Ah, the little red eyes she had, and the wiry hair! And that other one, thefairy, Love, she was pickin' up her w'ite gown with both hands an' flyin'off as if she had wings. Of course you didn't notice her. You was too takenup with yo' friend. "

"But Slap-back isn't our friend, " declared Emilie earnestly. 

The apple woman shook her head. "Bless yo' heart, honey, it's mean to denyit now; but, disown her or not, she'll stick to you and pester you; andyou'll find it out if ever you try to drive her off. You'll have as hard atime as little Dinah did. "

"What happened to Dinah?" asked Franz, picking up the apple woman's cleantowel and beginning to polish apples. 

"Drop that, now, chile! Yo' friend might cast her eye on it. I don't wantto sell pizened apples. "

Franz, crestfallen, obeyed, and glanced at Emilie. They had never beforefound their assistance refused, and they both looked very sober. 

"Little Dinah was a chile lived 'way off down South 'mongst the cottonfields; and that good fairy watched over Dinah, --Love, so sweet to look atshe'd make yo' heart sing. 

"Dinah had a little brother, too, jest big enough to walk; an' a daddy thatworked from mornin' till night to git hoe-cake 'nuff fer 'em all; and hisole mammy, she helped him, and made the fire, and swept the room, and dugin the garden, and milked the cow. She was a good woman, that ole mammy, an' 't was a great pity there wa'n't nobody to help 'er, an' she gittin'older every day. "

"Why, there was Dinah, " suggested Emilie. 

The apple woman stared at her with both hands raised. "Dinah! Lawsy massy, honey, the only thing that chile would do was look at pictur' books an'play with the other chillen. She wouldn't even so much as pick up baby Mosewhen he tumbled down an' barked his shin. Oh, but she was a triflin' lazylittle nigger as ever you see. "

"And that's why the red-eyed fairy got hold of her, " said Franz, who waslonging to hear something exciting. 

"'Twas, partly, " said the apple woman. "You see there's somethin' verystrange about them fairies, Love and the error-fairies. The error-fairies, they run after the folks that love themselves, and Love can only come nearthem that loves other people. Sounds queer, honey, but it's the truth; so, when Dinah got to be a likely, big gal, and never thought whether the olemammy was gittin' tired out, or tried to amuse little Mose, or gave athought o' pity to her pore daddy who was alone in the world, the fairyLove got to feelin' as bad as any fairy could. 

"'Do, Dinah, '" she said, with her sweet mouth close to Dinah's ear, 'dostop bein' so triflin', and stir yo'self to be some help in the house. '

"'No, ' says Dinah, 'I like better to lay in the buttercups and look atpictur's, ' says she. 

"'Then, ' says Love, 'show Mose the pictur's, too, and make him happy. '

"'No, ' says Dinah, 'he's too little, an' he bothers me an' tears my book. '

"'Then, ' says Love, 'yo'd rather yo' tired daddy took care o' the chileafter his hard day's work. '

"'Now yo're talkin', ' says Dinah. 'I shorely would. My daddy's strong. '

"The tears came into Love's eyes, she felt so down-hearted. 'Yo' daddyneeds comfort, Dinah, ' she says, 'an' yo're big enough to give it to him, 'says she; 'an' look at the black smooches on my w'ite gown. They're allbecause o' you, Dinah, that I've been friends with so faithful. I've got toleave you now, far enough so's my gown'll come w'ite; but if you call meI'll hear, honey, an' I'll come. Good-by, '

"'Good riddance!' says Dinah. 'I'm right down tired o' bein' lectured, 'says she. 'Now I can roll over in the buttercups an' sing, an' be happy an'do jest as I please. '

"So Dinah threw herself down in the long grass and, bing! she fell rightatop of a wasp, and he was so scared at such capers he stung her in thecheek. Whew! You could hear her 'way 'cross the cotton field!

"Her ole gran'mam comforted her, the good soul. 'Never you mind, honey, 'she says, 'I'll swaje it fer you. '

"But every day Dinah got mo' triflin'. She pintedly wouldn't wash thedishes, nor mind little Mose; an' every time the hot fire o' temper ranover her, she could hear a voice in her ear--'Give it to 'em good. That'sthe way to do it, Dinah!' An' it kep' gittin' easier to be selfish an' tolet her temper run away, an' the cabin got to be a mighty pore place jeston account o' Dinah, who'd ought to ha' been its sunshine. 

"As for the fairy, Love, Dinah never heerd her voice, an' she never calledto her, though there was never a minute when she didn't hate the sound o'that other voice that had come to be in her ears more 'n half the time. 

"One mornin' everything went wrong with Dinah. Her gran'mam was plummis'able over her shif'less ways, an' she set her to sew a seam befo' shecould step outside the do'. The needle was dull, the thread fell in knots. Dinah's brow was mo' knotted up than the thread. Her head felt hot. 

"'Say you won't do it, ' hissed the voice. 

"'I'll git thrashed if I do. Gran'mam said so. '

"'What do you care!' hissed the voice; and jest as the fairy Slap-back wastalkin' like this, up comes little Mose to Dinah, an' laughs an' pulls herwork away. 

"Then somethin' awful happened. Dinah couldn't 'a' done it two weeks back;but it's the way with them that listens to that mis'able, low-lifedSlap-back. Jest as quick as a wink, that big gal, goin' on nine, slappedbaby Mose. He was that took back for a minute that he didn't cry; but thehateful voice laughed an' hissed an' laughed again. 

"Good, Dinah, good! Now you'll ketch it!'

"Then over went little Mose's lip, an' he wailed out, an' Dinah clasped hernaughty hands an' saw a face close to her--a bad one, with red eyesshinin'. She jumped away from it, for it made her cold to think she'd beenhavin' sech a playfeller all along. 

"'Oh, Love, y' ain't done fergit me, is yer? Come back, Love, _Love_!' shecalled; then she dropped on her knees side o' Mose an' called him her honeyan' her lamb, an' she cried with him, an' pulled him into her lap, an' whenthe ole gran'mam come in from where she'd been feedin' the hens, they wasboth asleep. "

Franz took a long breath, for the way the apple woman told a story alwaysmade him listen hard. "I guess that was the last of old Slap-back withDinah, " he remarked. 

The apple woman shook her head. "That's the worst of that fairy, " she said. "Love'll clar out when you tell 'er to, 'case she's quality, an' she's gotmanners; but Slap-back ain't never had no raisin'. She hangs around, an'hangs around, an' is allers puttin' in her say jest as she was a fewminutes ago with you and Emilie in the road there. There's nothin' in thisworld tickles her like a chile actin' naughty, 'ceptin' it's two chillenscrappin'. Now pore little Dinah found she had to have all her wits abouther to keep Love near, an' make that ornery Slap-back stay away. Love wasas willin', as willin' to stay as violets is to open in the springtime;but when Dinah an' Slap-back was both agin her, what could she do? An'Dinah, she'd got so used to Slap-back, an' that bodacious creetur had secha way o' gittin' around the chile, sometimes, 'fore Dinah knew it, she'd belistenin' to 'er ag'in; but Dinah'd had one good scare an' she didn't meanto give in. Jest now, too, her daddy fell sick. That good man, that lonelyman, he'd had a mighty hard time of it, an' no chile to care or love 'im. "

"Wait, " interrupted Emilie sternly. "If you are going to let Dinah's fatherdie, I'm going home. "

The apple woman showed the whites of her eyes in the astonished stare shegave her. 

"Because"--Emilie swallowed and then finished suddenly--"because itwouldn't be nice. "

The apple woman looked straight out over her stand. "Well, he didn't, an'Dinah made him mighty glad he got well, too; for she stopped buryin' herhead in pictur' books, an' she did errands for gran'mam without whinin', an' she minded Mose so her daddy had mo' peace when he come home tuckeredout; an' when she'd got so she could smile at the boy in the next cabin, 'stead o' runnin' out her tongue at him, the fairy, Love, could stay bywithout smoochin' her gown, an' Slap-back had to melt away an' sail off totry her capers on some other chile. "

"But you needn't pretend you saw her with us, " said Franz uneasily. 

The apple woman nodded her red bandana wisely. "Folks that lives outdoorsthe way I do, honey, sees mo' than you-all, " she answered. 

Emilie ran home ahead of her brother, and softly entered her father'sroom. He was at his desk, as was usual at this hour. His head leaned on hishand, and he was so deep in his work that he did not notice her quietentrance. She curled up on the sofa in her usual attitude, but instead ofreading she watched little Peter on the floor building his block house. Hischubby hands worked carefully until the crooked house grew tall, then inturning to find a last block he bumped his head on the corner of a chair. 

Emilie watched him rub the hurt place in silence. Then he got up on his fatlegs and went to the desk, where he stood patiently, his round face veryred and solemn, while he waited to gain his father's attention. 

At last the busy man became conscious of the child's presence, and, turning, looked down into the serious eyes. 

"I'm here wid a boomp, " said Peter. Then after receiving the consolation ofa hug and kiss he returned contentedly to his block house. 

Emilie saw her father look after the child with a smile sad and tender. Herheart beat faster as she lay in her corner. Her father was lonely and hardworked, with no one to take pity on him. A veil seemed to drop from hereyes, even while they grew wet. 

"I don't believe I'm too old to change, even if I am going on nine, "thought Emilie. At that minute the block house fell in ruins, and Peter, self-controlled though he was, looked toward the desk and began to whimper. 

"Peter--Baby, " cried Emilie softly, leaning forward and holding out thepicture of a horse in her book. 

Her father had turned with an involuntary sigh, and seeing Peter trottoward the sofa and Emilie receive him with open arms, went back to hispapers with a relief that his little daughter saw. Her breath came fast andshe hugged the baby. Something caught in her throat. 

"Oh, papa, you don't know how many, _many_ times I'm going to do it, " shesaid in the silence of her own full heart. 

And Emilie kept that unspoken promise. 

CHAPTER XI

THE GOLDEN DOG

"I think, after all, the ravine is the nicest place for stories, " saidJewel the next day. 

The sun had dried the soaked grass, and not only did the leaves lookfreshly polished from their bath, but the swollen brook seemed to beturning joyous little somersaults over its stones when Mrs. Evringham, Jewel, and Anna Belle scrambled down to its bank. 

"I don't know that we ought to read a story every day, " remarked Mrs. Evringham. "They won't last long at this rate. "

"When we finish we'll begin and read them all over again, " returned Jewelpromptly. 

"Oh, that's your plan, is it?" said Mrs. Evringham, laughing. 

Jewel laughed too, for sheer happiness, though she saw nothing amusingabout such an obviously good plan. "Aren't we getting well acquainted, mother?" she asked, nestling close to her mother's side and forgetting AnnaBelle, who at once lurched over, head downward, on the grass. "Do youremember what a little time you used to have to hold me in your lap and hugme?"

"Yes, dearie. Divine Love is giving me so many blessings these days I onlypray to bear them well, " replied Mrs. Evringham. 

"Why, I think it's just as _easy_ to bear blessings, mother, " began Jewel, and then she noticed her child's plight. "Darling Anna Belle, what are youdoing!" she exclaimed, picking up the doll and brushing her dress. "Ishouldn't think you had any more backbone than an error-fairy! Now don'tlook sorry, dearie, because to-day it's your turn to choose the story. "

Anna Belle, her eyes beaming from among her tumbled curls, at once turnedhappy and expectant, and when her hat had been straightened and her boaremoved so that her necklace could gleam resplendently about her fair, round throat, she was seated against a tree-trunk and listened with all herears to the titles Mrs. Evringham offered. 

After careful consideration, she made her choice, and Mrs. Evringham andJewel settling themselves comfortably, the former began to read aloud thetale of--

THE GOLDEN DOG

If it had not been for the birds and brooks, the rabbits and squirrels, Gabriel would have been a very lonely boy. 

His older brothers, William and Henry, did not care for him, because he wasso much younger than they, and, moreover, they said he was stupid. Hisfather might take some interest in him when he grew bigger and stronger andcould earn money; but money was the only thing Gabriel's father cared for, and when the older brothers earned any they tried to keep it a secret fromthe father lest he should take it away from them. Gabriel had a stepmother, but she was a sorry woman, too full of care to be companionable. So hesought his comrades among the wild things in the woods, to get away fromthe quarrels at home. 

He was a muscular, rosy-cheeked lad, and in the sports at school he couldout-run and out-jump the other boys and was always good-natured with them;but even the children at the little country school did not like him verywell, because the very things they enjoyed the most did not amuse him. 

He tried to explain to them that the birds were his friends, and thereforehe could not rob their nests; but they laughed at him almost as much aswhen he tried to dissuade them from mocking old Mother Lemon, as theypassed her cottage door on their way to and from school. 

She was an old cross-patch, of course, they told him, or else she would notlive alone on the edge of a forest, with nobody but a cat and owls forcompany. 

"Perhaps she would be glad to have some one better for company, " Gabrielreplied. 

"Go live with her, yourself, then, Gabriel, " said one of the boystauntingly. "That's right! Go leave your miser father, counting his goldall night while you are asleep, and too stingy to give you enough to eat, and go and be Mother Lemon's good little boy!" and then all the childrenlaughed and hooted at Gabriel, who walked up to the speaker and knocked himover on the grass with such apparent ease and such a calm face, that allthe laughers grew silent from mere surprise. 

"You mustn't talk about my father to me, " said Gabriel, explaining. Then hestarted for home, and the laughing began again, softly. 

"It was true, " he thought, as he trudged along. Things were getting worseat home, and sometimes he was hungry, for there was not too much on thetable, and his big brothers fought for their share. 

As he neared Mother Lemon's cottage, with its thatched roof and tinywindows, he saw the old woman, in her short gown, tugging at thewell-sweep. It seemed very hard for her to draw up the heavy bucket. 

Instantly Gabriel ran forward. 

"Get out of here, now, " cried the old woman, in a cracked voice, for shesaw it was one of the school-children, and she was weary of their worryingtricks. 

"Shan't I pull up the bucket for you?" asked Gabriel. 

"Ah, I know you. You want to splash me!" returned Mother Lemon, eying himwarily; but the boy put his strong arm to the task, and the dripping bucketrose from the depths, while the little old woman withdrew to a saferdistance. 

"Show me where to put it and I will carry it into the house for you, " saidGabriel. 

"Now bless your rosy cheeks, you're an honest lad, " said Mother Lemongratefully; but she took the precaution to walk behind him all the way, lest he should still be intending to play her some trick. When, however, hehad entered the low door and filled the kettle and the pans, according toher directions, she smiled on him, and as she thanked him, she asked himhis name. 

"Gabriel, " said the lad. 

"Ah, " she exclaimed, "you are the miser's boy. "

Gabriel could not knock Mother Lemon down, so he only hung his head whilehis cheeks grew redder. 

"It isn't your fault, child, and by the time you are grown you will berich. When that time comes, I pray you be kinder to me than your father is, for he oppresses the poor and makes me pay my last shilling for the rent ofthis hovel. "

"I would give the cottage to you if it were mine, " returned Gabriel, looking straight into her eyes with his honest gray ones; "but at present Iam poorer than you. "

"In that case, " said Mother Lemon, "I wish I had something worthy to rewardyou for your kindness to me. As I have not, here is a penny that you mustkeep to remember me by. " And in spite of Gabriel's protestations she tookfrom her side-pocket a coin. 

"I cannot take it from you, " protested the boy. 

"No one ever grew richer by refusing to give, " returned Mother Lemon, andshe tucked the penny inside Gabriel's blouse and turned him out the doorwith her blessing; so that, being a peaceable boy of few words, he objectedno longer, but moved along the road toward home, for it was nearly dinnertime. 

He found his stepmother setting the table, and his father busilycalculating with figures on a bit of paper. 

"Get the water, Gabriel, and be quick now, " was his welcome from thesorry-faced woman. 

When he had done all she directed him, there was still a little time, forWilliam and Henry had not come in from the field. Gabriel sat down near hisfather and, noting a rusty, dusty little book lying on the table, he pickedit up. 

"What is this, father?" he asked, for there were few books in that house. 

The man looked up from his figuring and sneered. "It is called by some theBook of Life, " he said. "As a matter of fact it would not bring twoshillings. "

So saying he returned to his pleasant calculations and Gabriel idly openedthe book. His gaze widened, for the verse on which his eyes fell stood outfrom the others in tiny letters of flame. 

"_The love of money is the root of all evil_, " he read. 

"Father, father, " he exclaimed, "what wonder is this? Look!" The miserturned, impatient of a second interruption. "See the letters of fire!"

"I see nothing. You grow stupider every day, Gabriel. "

"But the letters burn, father, " and then the boy read aloud the sentencewhich for him stood out so vividly on the page. 

They had a surprising effect upon his listener. The miser grew pale andthen red with anger. He rose and, standing over the boy, frowned furiously. "I'll teach you to reprove your father, " he cried. "Get out of my house. Nodinner for you to-day. "

The stepmother had heard what Gabriel read, and well she knew the truth ofthose words. 

As the astonished boy gathered himself up and moved out the door, she wentafter him, calling in pretended sharpness; but when he came near, shewhispered, "Come to the back of the shed in five minutes, " and when Gabrielobeyed, later, he found there a thick piece of bread and a lump of cheese. 

These he took, hungrily, and ate them in the forest before returning toschool. He had never felt so kindly toward school as this afternoon. Wereit not for what he learned there, he could not have read the words in theBook of Life; and although they had brought him into trouble, he would nothave foregone the wonder of seeing the living, burning characters which hisfather could not perceive. He longed to open those dusty covers once again. 

On his way home that afternoon he met two boys teasing a small brown dog. Its coat was stuck full of burrs and it tried in vain to escape from itstormentors. The boys stopped to let Gabriel go by, for they had a wholesomerespect for his strong right arm and they knew his love for animals. Thetrembling little dog looked at him in added fear. 

Gabriel stood still. "Will you give me that dog?" he asked. 

The boys backed away with their prize. "Nothing for nothing, " said thetaller, who had the animal under his arm. "What'll you give us?"

Gabriel thought. Never lived a boy with fewer possessions. Ah! He suddenlyremembered a whistle he had made yesterday. Diving his hand into his pockethe brought it out and whistled a lively strain upon it. 

"This, " he said, approaching. "I'll give you this. "

"That for one of us, " replied the tall boy. "What for the other?"

From the moment the dog heard Gabriel's voice, its eyes had appealed tohim. Now it struggled to get free, and the big boy struck it. Its crysharpened Gabriel's wits. 

"The other shall have a penny, " he said, and drew Mother Lemon's coin outof his blouse. 

The big boy dropped the dog, and he and his companion struggled for thecoin, each willing the other should have the whistle. Gabriel lost no timein catching up the dog and making off with it. 

He did not stop running until he had reached a spot by the brookside, hidden amid sheltering trees. Here he sat down and looked over the forlornspecimen in his lap. The dog was a rough, dingy object from its long earsto its tail. 

First of all, Gabriel set to work to get out the burrs that stuck fast inthe thick coat. This took a long time, but the little dog licked his handsgratefully now and then, showing that he understood, even if the operationwas not always pleasant. 

"Now, comrade, " said Gabriel, at last, "you'll have to stand a ducking. "

The dog's beautiful golden eyes looked at him trustfully, and Gabriel, placing him in the brook, scrubbed him well, long ears and all, and thenraced around with him in the warm air until he was dry. 

What a transformation was there! Gabriel's eyes shone as he looked at hispurchase. The dog's long hair, which had been a dingy brown, shone now likegolden silk in the sunshine, and his eyes gleamed with the light of topazesas they fixed lovingly on Gabriel's happy face; for Gabriel _was_ happy, asevery one is who sees Love work what is called a miracle, but what isreally not a miracle at all, but just one of the beautiful, happy changesfor the better that follow on Love, wherever she goes. The boy's lonelyheart leaped at the idea that at last he had a companion. 

A despised little suffering dog had altered into a welcome playmate, tooattractive, perhaps, to keep; for Gabriel well knew that he would never bepermitted to take the dog home; and any one finding him now in the woodscould carry him into town and get a good price for him. 

"What shall I call you, little one?" asked the boy. "My word, but you arelively, " for the dog was bounding about so that his ears flew and flappedaround like yellow curls. 

"Topaz, you shall be!" cried Gabriel, suddenly realizing how gem-like werethe creature's eyes; "and now listen to me!"

To his amazement, as the boy said "Listen, " and raised his finger, Topaz atonce sat up on his hind legs with his dainty white forepaws hung in frontof him. 

"Whew!" and Gabriel began whistling a little tune in his amazement, and theinstant the dog heard the music he began to dance. What a sight was there!Gabriel's eyes grew round as he saw Topaz advance and retreat and twirl, occasionally nodding and tossing his head until his curls bobbed. He seemedto long, in his warm little dog's heart, to show Gabriel that he had beenworth saving. 

But the radiance died from the boy's face and he sank at last on the groundunder a tree, looking very dejected. 

Topaz bounded to his lap and Gabriel pulled the long silky ears through hishands thoughtfully. 

"I thought I had found a companion, " he said sadly. 

"Bow-wow, " responded Topaz. 

"But you are a trick dog, worth nobody knows how much money, and I cannotkeep you!"

"Bow-wow, " said Topaz. 

"To-morrow I must begin to try to find your master. Meanwhile what am I todo with you?" The boy rose as he spoke and Topaz showed plainly that therewas no doubt in _his_ mind as to what should be done with him, for he meantto stick closely to Gabriel's heel. 

The boy suddenly had an idea and began to trudge sturdily off in thedirection of Mother Lemon's cottage, Topaz following close. The memory ofthe latter's recent mishaps was too clear in his doggish mind to make himwilling that a single bush should come between him and his protector. 

When they reached the little cottage, Mother Lemon sat spinning outside herlow doorway. 

"Welcome, my man, " she said when she finally saw, by squinting into thesunlight, who it was that approached, "but drive off that dog. "

"Look at him, Mother Lemon, " said Gabriel, rather sadly. "Saw you ever oneso handsome?"

"Looks are deceiving, " returned the old woman, "and I have a cat. "

"I will see that he does not hurt your cat. I have to confess that I spentyour penny for him, Mother Lemon. "

"Then I have to confess that you are no worthy son of your father, "returned the old woman, "for he would not have spent it for anything. "

"I know it was a keepsake, " replied Gabriel, "but the dog was in danger ofhis life and I had no other money to give for him. "

"You are a good-hearted lad, " said Mother Lemon, going on with herspinning. "Now take your dog away, for if my cat, Tommy, should see him itmight go hard with his golden locks. "

"Alas, Mother Lemon, I have come to ask you to keep him for me. "

"La, la! I tell you I could not keep him any longer than until Tommy laideyes on him; neither have I any liking for dogs, myself, though that one, Imust say, looks as if he had taken a bath in molten gold. "

"Does he not!" returned Gabriel. "When first I saw him some boys weremisusing him and he seemed to be but a brown cur with a dingy, matted coat;and I could wish that he had turned out to be of no account, for the lookin his eyes took hold upon my heart; but I rubbed him well in the brook, and now see the full, feathery tail and silky ears. He is a dog of highdegree. "

"Certain he is, lad, " replied the old woman. "Take him to the town and sellhim to some lofty dame who has nothing better to do than brush his curls. "

"I would never sell him, " said Gabriel, regarding the dog wistfully. "He islonely and so am I. We would stick together if we might. "

"What prevents? Do you fear to take him home lest your father boil him downfor his gold?" and Mother Lemon laughed as she spun. 

"No. My father, I know, would not give him one night's lodging, and in myperplexity I bethought me to ask you the favor, " and Gabriel's honest eyeslooked so squarely at Mother Lemon that she stopped her wheel. "I cannotkeep the dog, " continued the boy, "and my heart is heavy. "

"Your father is a curmudgeon, " declared the old woman, for the more shelooked at Gabriel, the more she loved him. "What is it? Would he grudgefood for your pet?"

"It is not that, but I cannot keep the dog in any case. "

"Why not, pray?"

For answer Gabriel looked down into the topaz eyes whose regard hadscarcely left his face during the interview. He held up his finger, andinstantly the dog sat up. 

"'Tis a trick dog!" exclaimed Mother Lemon. 

Gabriel began to whistle, and the dance commenced. The old woman pressedher side as she laughed at the comical, pretty sight of the little dancer, the fluffy golden threads of whose silky coat gleamed in the sunlight. 

"Your fortune is made, " said Mother Lemon as Gabriel ceased. "The dog willfetch a large price in the town, and because you are a good lad I will tryto keep him for you until to-morrow, when you can go and sell him. If yourfather saw his tricks he would, himself, dispose of him and pocket thecash. I will shut him in an outhouse until you come again, and I only hopethat he will not bark and vex Tommy!"

To the old woman's surprise Gabriel looked sad. "But you see, MotherLemon, " he said soberly, "the dog already belongs to somebody. "

"La, la!" cried the old woman. "Why, then, couldn't the somebody keep him?"

"That I do not know; but to-morrow I set forth with him to find his owner. "

Mother Lemon nodded, and she saw the heaviness of the boy's heart becausehe must part with the golden dog. 

"'Tis well that you leave him with me then, for your father would notpermit that, any more than he would abate one farthing of my rent. "

Gabriel went with her to the rickety shed where Topaz was to spend thenight, but the dog was loath to enter. He seemed to know that it meantparting with Gabriel. The boy stooped down and talked to him, but Topazlicked his face and sprang upon him beseechingly. When, finally, theyclosed the door with the dog within, the little fellow howled sorrowfully. 

"I'm sure he's hungry, Mother Lemon, " said the boy, and a lump seemed tostick in his throat. "One bone perhaps you could give him?"

"Alas, I have none, Gabriel. It is not often that Tommy and I sit down tomeat. He is now hunting mice in the fields or he would be lashing his tailat these strange sounds!"

Gabriel opened the door and, going back into the shed, spoke sternly toTopaz, bidding him lie down. The dog obeyed, looking appealingly from thetops of his gem-like eyes, but when again the door was fastened, he kept anobedient silence. 

Thanking Mother Lemon and promising to come early in the morning, Gabrielsped home. His own hunger made his heart ache for the little dog, and whenhe entered the cottage he was glad to see that his stepmother was preparingthe evening meal, while his father bent, as usual, over a shabby, ink-stained desk, absorbed in his endless calculations. 

Gabriel's elder brothers were there, too, talking and laughing in anundertone. No one took any notice of Gabriel, whose eye fell on the dusty, rusty book, and eagerly he picked it up, thinking to see if again he couldfind the wonder of the flaming words. 

As he opened it, several verses on the page before him gleamed into light. In mute wonder he read:--

"_And I will say to my soul, 'Soul, thou hast much goods laid up for manyyears; take thine ease, eat, drink, and be merry. _'

"_But God said unto him, Thou fool, this night thy soul shall be requiredof thee: then whose shall those things be which thou hast provided?_'

"_So is he that layeth up treasure for himself and is not rich towardGod. _"

Gabriel scarcely dared to lift his eyes toward his father, much less wouldhe have offered to read to him again the flaming words. 

All through the supper time he thought of them and kept very still, for theothers were unusually talkative, his father seeming in such excellentspirits that Gabriel knew the figures on his desk had brought himsatisfaction. 

"But if he did not oppress Mother Lemon, " thought the boy, "he would bericher toward God. "

When the meal was over, Gabriel took a piece of paper and went quietly tothe back of the house where, in a box, was the refuse of the day's cooking. He found some bones and other scraps, and, running across the fields toMother Lemon's, tiptoed to the low shed which held Topaz, and, finding awide crack, pushed the bones and scraps within. 

Then he fled home and to bed, for he had always found that the earlier heclosed his eyes, the shorter was the night. 

This time, however, when his sleepy lids opened, it was not to the light ofday. A candle flame wavered above him and showed the face of hisstepmother, bending down. "Gabriel, Gabriel, " she whispered; then, as hewould have replied, she hushed him with her finger on her lips. "I feltthat I must warn you that your father is sorely vexed by the reproof yougave him to-day. He will send you out into the world, and I cannot preventit; but in all that lies in my poor power, I will be your friend forever, Gabriel, for you are a good boy. Good-night, I must not stay longer, " and atear fell on the boy's cheek as she kissed him lightly, and then, with abreath, extinguished the candle and hastened noiselessly away. 

Gabriel lay still, thinking busily for a while; but he was a fearless, innocent boy, and this threatened change in his fortunes could not keep himawake long. He soon fell asleep and slept soundly until the dawn. 

Jumping out of bed then, he washed and dressed and went downstairs wherehis father awaited him. 

"Gabriel, " he said, "you do not grow brighter by remaining at home. I wishyou to go out into the world and shift for yourself. When your fortune ismade, you may return. As you go, however, I am willing to give you a smallsum of money to use until you can obtain work. "

"I will obey you, father, " returned the boy, "but as a last favor, I askthat, in place of the money, you give me the cottage where Mother Lemonlives. "

The man started and muttered: "He is even stupider than I believed him. ""You may have it, " he added aloud, after a wondering pause. 

"That--and this?" returned Gabriel questioningly, taking up the Book ofLife. 

His father scowled, for he remembered yesterday. "Very well, if you like, "he answered, with a bad grace. 

"Then thank you, father, and I will trouble you no more. "

Gabriel's stepmother could scarcely repress her tears as she gave the boyhis breakfast and prepared him a package of bread and meat to carry on hisjourney. Then she gave him a few pence, all she had, and he started offwith her blessing. 

As Gabriel went out into the fresh air, all nature was beautiful aroundhim. There seemed no end to the blue sky, the wealth of sunshine, thegenerous foliage on the waving trees. The birds were singing joyously. Allthings breathed a blessing. Gabriel wondered, as he walked along, about theGod who, some one had once told him, made all things. It seemed to him thatit could be only a loving Being who created such beauty as surrounded himnow. 

The little book was clasped in his hand. He suddenly remembered with reliefthat he was alone and could read it without fear. 

Eagerly opening it, one verse, as before, flamed into brightness, andGabriel read:--

"_He that loveth not, knoweth not God; for God is love. _"

How wonderful! Gabriel's heart swelled. God was love, then. He closed thebook. For the first time God seemed real to him. The zephyrs that kissedhis cheek and the sun that warmed him like a caress, seemed assuring him ofthe truth. The birds declared it in their songs. 

Gabriel went down on his knees in the dewy grass and, dropping his bundle, clasped to his breast the book. 

"Dear God, " he said, "I am all alone and I have no one to love but Topaz. He is a little dog and I must give him up because he doesn't belong to me. I know now that I shall love you and you will help me give Topaz back, because my stepmother told me that you know everything, and she always toldthe truth. "

Then Gabriel arose and, taking the package of food, went on with a lightheart until he came to Mother Lemon's cottage. Even that poor shanty lookedpleasant in the morning beams. The tall sunflowers near the door flauntedtheir colors in the light, and their cheerful faces seemed laughing atMother Lemon as she came to the entrance and called anxiously to theapproaching boy:--

"Come quick, lad, hasten. My poor Tommy is distracted, for your dog whinesand threatens to dig his way out of his prison, and I will not answer forthe consequences. "

Indeed, the tortoise-shell cat was seated on the old woman's shoulder. Thefur stood stiffly on his arched back, his tail was the size of two, and hiseyes glowed. 

Gabriel just glanced at the cat as it opened its mouth and hissed, then hegazed at Mother Lemon. 

"Did you know there was a God?" he asked earnestly. 

"To be sure, lad, " replied the old woman, surprised. 

"I've just learned about Him in this wonderful book; the Book of Life isits name. Saw you ever one like it?"

The boy placed the rusty little volume in her hands. 

"Ay, lad, many times. "

"Does every one know it?" he asked incredulously. 

"Most people do. "

"Then why is not every one happy?" asked Gabriel. "There is a God and He islove. Do people believe it?"

"Ah, " returned the old woman dryly, "that is a different thing. "

Gabriel scarcely heard her. He opened his precious book. 

"There, " he cried triumphantly, "see the living words:--

"'_Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separateus from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord_. '"

"H'm, " said the old woman. "The print is too fine for my old eyes. "

"Yes, perhaps 'tis for that that the letters flame like threads of fire. You see them?"

"Ahem!" returned Mother Lemon, for she saw no flaming letters, and shelooked curiously at the boy's radiant face. Moreover, Tommy suddenly leapedfrom her shoulder to his. All signs of the cat's fear and anger hadvanished, and as it rubbed its sleek fur against Gabriel's cheek, it purredso loudly that Mother Lemon marveled. 

"Had my father studied this book he might have been happy, " continued theboy; "but he is offended with me and has sent me out into the world, andwell I know that an unhappy heart drives him. "

"Go back, boy, and make your peace with him, " cried Mother Lemon excitedly, "or you will get nothing. "

"Oh, I have received what I asked for. I asked to have this cottage, and hegave it to me, and I have come now to give it to you, Mother Lemon. "

"My lad!" exclaimed the amazed woman, and her eyes swam with sudden tears. 

"You will have no more rent to pay, " said Gabriel, stroking the cat. 

"And what is to become of you?" asked the woman, much moved. 

"I cannot go home, " replied the boy quietly; "and in any case I have togive Topaz, the dog, back to his owner. Why do you weep, Mother Lemon?Haven't I God to take care of me, and isn't He greater than all men?"

"Yes, lad. The Good Book says He is king of heaven and earth. "

"Then if you believe it, why are you sad?"

Mother Lemon dried her eyes, and at this moment they heard a greatscratching on the door of the shed; for Topaz had wakened from a nap andheard Gabriel's voice. 

"Ah, that I had never given you the penny!" wailed the old woman, "for thenyou would not have bought the yellow dog and gone away where I shall seeyou no more. "

Gabriel's sober face smiled. "Yes, you will see me again, Mother Lemon, when my fortune is made. You have God, too, you know. "

"Ay, boy. I'm nearer Him to-day than for many a long year. My blessing gowith you wherever you are; and now let me have Tommy, that he does not flyat your dancer, to whom I say good riddance. Good-by, lad, good-by, and Godbless you for your goodness and generosity to a lonely old creature!"

So saying, Mother Lemon took the cat in her arms, and, going into thehouse, fastened the door and pulled down the windows, while Gabriel went tothe shed, and taking out the wooden staple released his prisoner. 

Like a living nugget of gold the little dog leaped and capered about theboy, expressing his joy by the liveliest antics, barking meanwhile in amanner to set Tommy's nerves on edge; but Gabriel ran laughing before himinto the forest, not stopping until they reached the brookside, where theyboth slaked their thirst. Then he put the Book of Life carefully into hisblouse, and opening the package gave Topaz some of the bread and meat itcontained. 

All the time there was a pain in Gabriel's heart because Topaz, by themorning light, was gayer, prettier, more loving than ever, and his cleareyes looked so trustfully into Gabriel's that it was not easy to swallowthe lump that rose in the boy's throat at the thought of parting with him. 

At last the package of food was again tied, and Gabriel was ready to start. Topaz stood expectantly before him, his eyes gleaming softly, the color ofgolden sand as it lies beneath sunlit water. 

The boy sat a moment watching the alert face which said as plainly aswords: "Whatever you are going to do, I am eager to do it, too. "

Gabriel thoughtfully drew the silky ears through his hands. "God made you, too, Topaz, and He knows I love you. If it please Him, we shall not findyour master this first day. "

Then he jumped up and searched for a good stick. He tried the temper of acouple by whipping the air, and when he found one stiff enough, ran itthrough the string about the bundle and looked around for Topaz. To hisastonishment the dog had disappeared. He whistled, but there was no sign. 

Gabriel's face grew blank, then flushed as the reason of the dog's flightflashed upon him. It forced tears into his eyes to think that any one couldhave struck the pretty creature, and that Topaz could have suffered enoughto distrust even him. 

He threw down stick and bundle and walked around anxiously, whistling fromtime to time. At last his quick eyes caught the gleam of golden colorbehind a bush. Even Topaz's fright could not take him far while a doubtremained; but he was crouching to the ground, and his eyes were appealing. Gabriel threw himself down beside the little fellow, and for a minute hiswet eyes were pressed to the silky fur, while he stroked his playmate. Topaz licked his face, and the dog's fear fled forever. He followed Gabrielback to the place where the bundle was dropped, and the boy patted himwhile he took up the stick and set it across his shoulder. 

Topaz's ears flapped with joy as they started on their tramp. 

Gabriel put away all thought of the future and frolicked with his playmateas they went along, throwing a stick which Topaz would bring, and beg withshort, sharp barks that the boy would throw once more, when he would raceafter it like a streak of sunshine, his golden curls flying. 

From time to time Gabriel ran races with him, and no boy at school couldbeat Gabriel at running, so Topaz had a lively morning. 

By the time the sun was high in the heavens they were both hungry and gladto rest. They found the shade of a large tree, and there Gabriel opened hispackage again, and when he tied it up it made a very small bundle on theend of the stick he carried over his shoulder. 

There was not so much running this afternoon. Gabriel and Topaz had come along way, and toward evening they began to see the roofs of the town aheadof them. 

The dog no longer raced to right and left after butterfly and bird, buttrotted sedately at the boy's heel, and after a time Gabriel picked him upand carried him, for the thought came that perhaps Topaz could earn them aplace to sleep, and Gabriel wished to rest the little legs that could be sonimble. 

It was nearly dusk when they reached a cultivated field and then afarmhouse. Some children were playing in the yard, and when they saw adusty boy turn in at the gate, they ran to the house crying that a beggarwas coming. 

Their mother came out from the door, and the expression of her face toldplainly that she meant to drive the dusty couple away. 

Gabriel set down the dog and took off his hat, and his clear eyes lookedout of his grimy face. 

"I am not a beggar, " he said simply. "I go to the town to return this dogto its master, but night is coming on, and we should like to sleep on thehay. "

"How do I know you are not a thief?" returned the woman. "It is not a verylikely story that you are tramping way to town to give back a yellow dog. "

"He is a dog of high degree, " declared Gabriel, "and if you will let ussleep in your barn he will dance for you. "

Upon this the children begged in chorus to see the dog dance, and themother consented; so Topaz, when he was bade, sat up, and then, as Gabrielwhistled, the dainty, dusty little white feet began to pirouette, and thechildren clapped their hands for joy and would have kept the dancer at hiswork until dark, but that Gabriel would not have it so. 

"We have come far, " he said. "Let us rest now, and in the morning Topazwill dance for you again. "

So all consented and escorted the strangers to the barn, where there was aclean, sweet hay-loft. 

The little dog remembered the night before, and whined under his breath andwagged his tail as he looked at Gabriel, as if begging the boy not to leavehim. 

Gabriel understood, and patted the silky coat. It took him some minutes toget rid of the children, who wished to continue to caress and play withTopaz; but at last they were gone and the two weary wanderers could liedown on the sweet hay. As Topaz nestled into his arms Gabriel felt verythankful to God for their long happy day. If the master should cometo-morrow--well, the only thing to do was to give up his playfellow, and heshould still be grateful for the day and night they had spent together. 

Bright sunlight was streaming through the chinks of the rafters when thetravelers awoke. Sounds of men and horses leaving the barn died away, andthen Gabriel arose and shook himself. Topaz jumped about in delight thatanother day had commenced. The boy looked at him wistfully. Was this to betheir last morning together?

He felt the little book in his blouse and taking it out, opened it. It wasdark in the barn, but, as ever, this wonderful book had a light of its own, and in tiny letters of flame there appeared this verse:--

"_For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power and of loveand of a sound mind. _"

Much comforted, Gabriel put the dear book back in its hiding-place, andtaking his small bundle, left the barn, the dog bounding after him. 

No sooner had the children of the house seen them coming than they ranforth to meet them, singing and whistling and crying upon Topaz to dance, but the dog kept his golden eyes upon his master and noticed no one beside. 

The mother came to the door with a much pleasanter face than she had wornyesterday. 

"You may go to the pump yonder and wash yourself, " she said; and Gabrielobeyed gladly, wiping his face upon the grass that grew long and rank aboutthe well. 

The clean face was such a good one that when the woman saw it she hushedthe children. "Be still until they have had some breakfast, " she said, "then the dog will dance again. "

So Gabriel and Topaz had a comfortable meal which they enjoyed, andafterward the boy whistled and the dog danced with a good heart, and thechildren danced too, for very pleasure. They were all so happy that Gabrielfor the moment forgot his errand. 

"If you will sell your dog I will buy him, " said the woman, at last, forthe children had given her no peace when they lay down nor when they roseup, until she had promised to make this offer. 

Gabriel looked at her frankly, and a shadow fell over his bright face. "Alas, madam, he is not mine to sell. "

"Where dwells his master, then?"

"That I know not, for he had strayed and I found him and must restore himif I can. "

"'Tis a fool's errand, " said the woman, who liked the dog herself, and, moreover, saw that there was money in his nimble feet. "I will give you asmany coppers as you can carry in your cap if you will leave him here and goyour way and say nothing about it to any one. "

Gabriel shook his head. "Alas, madam, he is not mine, " was all the womancould induce him to say, and she thought his sadness was at the thought ofthe cap full of pence which she believed he dared not accept for fear ofgetting into trouble. Little she knew that if only the golden dog wereGabriel's very own, no money could buy from the boy the one heart on earththat beat warmly for him, and the graceful, gay coat of flossy silk whichhe loved to caress; so the farmer's wife and children were obliged to letthe couple go. 

Gabriel had seen, the night before, a creek that wandered through themeadow, and before entering the town he ran to it and, pulling off hisclothes, jumped in and took a good swim. Barking with delight, Topaz joinedin this new frolic, splashing and swimming about like the jolly littlewater dog that he was. 

When, at last, they came out and were dried, and Gabriel was dressed, theywere a fresh looking pair that started out for the town. 

Now Gabriel was not so stupid as his brothers believed, and, as he saidover to himself the verse he had read that morning in the barn, and lookedat Topaz, so winsomely shining after his bath, he began to see how unwiseit would be to tell every one he met that he was searching for Topaz'sowner. There were people in the world, he knew, who would not scruple topretend that such a pretty creature was their own, even if they had neverseen him before; so Gabriel determined to be very careful and to know thatGod would give him power and a sound mind, if he would not be afraid, asthe Book of Life had said. 

Now the two entered the town; but from the moment their feet struck thepavements, Topaz's manner changed. He kept so close to Gabriel that the boyoften came near to stepping on him. 

"What ails you, little one?" asked Gabriel, perplexed by his companion'sstrange actions. "Don't you know that you are going home?"

But Topaz did not bark a reply. His feathery tail hung down. He looked atGabriel only from the tops of his eyes as he clung close to his heels, andhe even seemed to the boy to tremble when they crossed the busy streets. 

"You mustn't be afraid, Topaz, " said Gabriel stoutly. "No one likes acoward. "

But Topaz only clung the closer, sometimes looking from left to right, fearfully. At last his actions were so strange that Gabriel took him upunder his arm. "Perhaps if we meet his owner he can see him the better so, "thought the boy, and he looked questioningly into the faces of men, women, and children as they passed him by. No one did more than stare at him afterobserving the beautiful head that looked out from under his arm. 

One good-natured man smiled in passing and said to Gabriel: "Going to thepalace, I suppose. "

This remark astonished the boy very much, and he looked around after theman. 

Now there had been some one following Gabriel for the last five minutes, and when he looked around, this person, who was an organ-grinder, quicklyturned his back and began grinding out a tune. At the first sound of itTopaz started and trembled violently and snuggled so close to Gabriel thatthe latter, who did not connect his action with the music, was dismayed. 

"Topaz, what _is_ the matter?" he asked, and hurried along, thinking tofind some park where he could sit down and try to discover what ailed hislittle playfellow. 

As he began to hurry, the organ-grinder's black eyes snapped, and hestopped playing and beckoned to a big officer of the law who stood near. 

"My dog has been stolen, " he exclaimed. "Come with me, after the thief. Iwill pay you. "

The big man obeyed and walked along, grumbling: "Is the city full ofstolen dogs, I wonder?" he muttered. 

"It is my dancing dog!" explained the organ-grinder. "The boy yonder iscarrying him in his arms and running away. He will deny it, but I will payyou a silver coin. It is a week since I lost him. "

"Stop, thief, " roared the officer, beginning to run. The organ-grinder ranas well as he could with his heavy burden, and there began to be anexcitement on the street, so that Gabriel, hugging his dog, stopped to seewhat was the matter. 

What was his surprise to be confronted by the big officer and theblack-eyed Italian. 

"Drop that dog!" ordered the officer gruffly. 

"Not till I get a string around his neck, " objected the organ-grinder, andproduced a cord which he knotted about Topaz's fluffy throat. Then hepulled the dog away roughly. 

"Is he yours?" cried Gabriel, eyes and mouth open in astonishment. "No, itcannot be. He is afraid of you. Oh, see!"

"Ho, this boy has stolen my whole living, " said the organ-grinder, "and nowhe tries to claim my property. "

"Do not believe him!" cried Gabriel, appealing to the big officer. "Itcannot be his. The dog loves me. Let me show you. "

"Stand off, stand off, " ordered the organ-grinder, for a crowd hadgathered. "Would the dog dance for me if he were not mine? See!" He drewfrom his coat a little whip and struck the organ with a snap, at whichTopaz jumped. Then he dropped the dog and began to grind, and the crowdsaw the trembling animal raise itself to its hind legs and begin to dance. Oh, the mincing little uncertain steps! No tossing of the yellow curls washere. 

Gabriel's heart bounded hotly. Did these people think they were seeingTopaz dance?

"Oh, believe me, let me show you!" he cried, trying to come near; but thebig officer pushed him away roughly. 

"Can you pay your debts?" he said, coming close to the organ-grinder. Theman stopped turning his crank and taking a silver coin handed it to theofficer, but slyly, so that no one saw. Then the big man turned to Gabriel. "Now be off from here!" he said sternly. "If you hang about a minutelonger, into the lock-up you go!"

Gabriel, white and sorry, clasped his hands helplessly, and watched whilethe organ-grinder caught Topaz up under his arm and made off with him, downa side street. 

The boy felt that he must pursue them. He turned his tearful gaze on thebig officer. "I found that dog, sir, " he said. 

"The more fool you, then, not to take it to the palace, " returned theother. "It is gaudy enough to have perhaps pleased the princess, and theorgan-grinder would have had to get another slave. "

So saying, the officer laughed and carelessly turned away. 

Gabriel stood still, choking. It must be that the princess wished to buy apet. Ah, if he might even have parted with his little friend to her, howfar better it would have been than this strange, wrong thing that hadhappened with such suddenness that the boy could scarcely get his breathfor the way his heart beat. 

He pressed his hand to his streaming eyes, then, seeing that people werestaring at him curiously, he stole away, walking blindly and stumbling overthe rough pavement. 

At last he came to a place in a quiet street where a seat was built into awall, and there he sat down and tried to think. In his despair the thoughtof the great King of heaven and earth came to him. 

"Dear God, " he murmured breathlessly, "what now? What did I wrong, that youdid not take care of Topaz and me?"

The breeze in the treetops was his only answer; so after listening for aminute to the soothing sound, he took the Book of Life from his blouse andopened it. 

Oh, wonderful were the words he saw. How they glowed and seemed to liveupon the gray page. 

"_Be strong and of a good courage, fear not, nor be afraid of them; for theLord thy God, He it is that doth go with thee: He will not fail thee norforsake thee_. "

Gabriel caught his trembling lip between his teeth. He knew no one in thiscrowded city. He had no home, no friends, no money except the few coppersin his pocket. How, then, was help to come?

"Dear God, " he whispered, "I have no one now in all the world but you. Topaz is gone and I am grieved sore, for he is wretched. Let me save him. Iam not afraid, dear God, not afraid of anything. I trust you. "

Comforted by a little blind hope that crept into his heart, the boy lookedup; and the first thing that his swollen eyes rested upon was a largeposter affixed to the opposite wall, with letters a foot high. "REWARD!" itsaid. "H. R. H. The princess has lost her golden dog. A full reward for hisreturn to the palace!"

Gabriel's heart gave a great bound. What golden dog was there anywhere butTopaz? The color that had fled from his cheeks came back. But would anorgan-grinder dare claim for his own a dog that belonged to a princess ofthe country? And yet--and yet--the little dog's joy and light-heartednesswith himself showed that he had been well treated by whomever taught himhis pretty tricks. The organ-grinder did not treat him well, and who thatreally knew Topaz would dream of taking a whip to force him to his work!

Gabriel, young as he was, saw that there was some mystery here, and beside, there had been the glowing words in the Book of Life, telling him again notto be afraid, and promising him that the greatest of all kings would notfail him or forsake him. 

He started up from the seat, but forced himself back and opened the smallbundle of dry bread and meat; for there was no knowing when he should eatagain. He took all that remained, and when he had swallowed the lastcrumbs, arose with a determined heart and hurried up the street. 

He asked the first man he met if he could direct him to the palace. 

The man shrugged his shoulders. "Where is your yellow dog?" he asked. 

"I have none, " returned Gabriel, "but I have business at the palace. "

The man laughed down at the shabby figure of the country lad. "And don'tknow where it is? Well, Follow your nose. You are on the right road. "

Gabriel sped along and he was indeed much nearer than he had supposed; forvery soon he met a sorry-faced man with a yellow dog in his arm; thenanother; then another; and in fact he could trace his way to the palace bythe procession of men, women, and children, all returning, and each onecarrying a yellow dog and chattering or grumbling according to the heightfrom which his hopes had been dashed. 

When Gabriel reached the palace gates he saw that there were plenty moreapplicants waiting inside the grounds. The boy had never realized how manyvarying sizes and shades of yellow dogs there were in the world. 

The guard had received orders to deny entrance to no person who presented agold-colored dog for examination, but Gabriel was empty-handed and theguard frowned upon him. 

"I wish to see the princess, " said the boy. 

"I dare say, " replied the guard. "Be off. "

"But I wish to tell her about a golden dog. "

"Can't you see that we are half buried in golden dogs?" returned the guardcrossly. 

"No, sir. I have seen none but yellow dogs since I drew near this place. Ihave a tale to tell the princess. "

The guard could not forbear laughing at this simplicity. "Do you supposeragamuffins like you approach her highness?" he returned. "A dog's tail isthe only sort she is interested in to-day. See the chamberlain yonder. Heis red with fatigue. He is choosing such of the lot as are worthy to belooked at by the princess, and should he see you demanding audience andwith no dog to show, it will go hard with you. Be off!" and the guard'sgesture was one to be obeyed. 

Gabriel withdrew quietly; but he was not daunted. The princess would, perhaps, grow weary and drive out. At any rate there was nothing to doexcept watch for her. He looked at the splendid palace and gardens andwondered if Topaz had ever raced about there. Then he wondered what the dogwas doing now; but this thought must be put away, because it made Gabriel'seyes misty, and he must watch, watch. 

At last his patient vigil was rewarded. A splendid coach drawn bymilk-white horses appeared in the palace grounds. 

Gabriel's heart beat fast. He knew he must act quickly and before any onecould catch him; so he made his way cautiously to the shelter of a large, flowering shrub by the roadside. 

The coach approached and the iron gates were flung wide. Gabriel plainlysaw a young girl with troubled eyes sitting alone within, and on the seatopposite an older woman with her back to the horses. 

Suddenly, while the carriage still moved slowly outside the gates thatclanged behind it, Gabriel started from his hiding-place and swiftly leapedto the step of the coach and looked straight into the young girl's eyes. 

"Princess, " he exclaimed breathlessly, "I know of a golden dog, and theywill not let me"--but by this time the lady-in-waiting was screaming, andthe guard, who recognized Gabriel, rushed forth from the gate and, seizinghim roughly, jerked the boy from the step. 

"Unhand him instantly!" exclaimed the princess, her eyes flashing, for thelook Gabriel had given her had reached her heart. "Stop the horses!"

Instantly the coach came to a standstill. 

"_I will not fail thee, nor forsake thee_, " sounded in Gabriel's ears amidthe roaring in his head, as he found himself free. He did not wait forfurther invitation, but jumped back to the coach. 

"Stop screaming, Lady Gertrude!" exclaimed the princess. 

"But the beggar's hands are on the satin, your highness!" exclaimed thelady-in-waiting, who had had a hard week and wished there was not a yellowdog in the world. 

"Princess, hear me and you will be glad, " declared Gabriel. "I beg fornothing but to be heard. I believe I know where your dog is and that hesuffers. "

No one could have seen and heard Gabriel as he said this, without believinghim. Tears of excitement sprang to his gray eyes and a pang went throughthe heart of the princess. How many times she had wondered if her lost pethad found such love as she gave him!

She at once ordered the door of the coach to be opened and that Gabrielshould enter. 

"Your highness!" exclaimed Lady Gertrude, nearly fainting. 

"You may leave us if you please, " said the princess, with a little smile;but Lady Gertrude held her smelling-salts to her nose and remained in thecoach, which the princess ordered to be driven through a secludedwood-road. 

Gabriel, sitting beside her on the fine satin cushion, told his story, fromthe moment when he found the dingy, brown dog in the hands of the teasingboys, to the moment when the organ-grinder bore him away. 

The hands of the princess were clasped tightly as she listened. "You calledhim Topaz, " she said, when the boy had finished. "I called him Goldilocks. Ah, if it should be the same! If it should!"

"Surely there are not two dogs in the world so beautiful, " said Gabriel. 

"That is what I say to myself, " responded the princess. 

"Had he been less wonderful, your highness, he would be safe now, for Ishould have kept him. He loved me, " said Gabriel simply. 

"You are an honest boy, " replied the princess gratefully, "and I will makeyou glad of it whether Topaz turns out to be Goldilocks or not. But you sayhe danced with so much grace?"

"Yes, your highness, and tossed his head for glee till his curls wavedmerrily. "

"'Tis the same!" cried the princess, in a transport. "His eyes _are_ liketopazes. Your name is the best. He shall have it. Ah, he has slept in ashed and eaten cold scraps! My Goldilocks!"

"Yes, your highness, and would be glad to do so still; for he fears hisdark-browed master, and dances with such trembling you would not know himagain. "

"Ah, cruel boy, cease! Take me to him at once. Show my men the spot whereyou left him. "

"Your highness must use great care, for if once the organ-grinder suspectsthat you are searching for him, no one will ever again see the golden dog;for the man will fear to be found with him. "

"You are right. I can send out men with orders to examine every hand-organin the city. "

"If they were quiet enough it might be done, but I have a better plan. "

"You may speak, " returned the princess. 

"When we are alone, your highness, " said Gabriel; and the lady-in-waitingwas so amazed at such effrontery that she forgot to use her salts. 

"To the palace, " ordered the princess. 

Lady Gertrude gave the order. 

"Does your highness intend to take this--this person to the palace?" sheinquired. 

"I do. He loves my dog, and therefore I would give more for his advice atthis time than for that of the Lord High Chamberlain. "

"Then I have nothing more to say, " returned the Lady Gertrude, leaning backamong the cushions; and this was cheering news to her companions. 

What was the astonishment of the guard to see the coach return, stillcarrying the rustic lad, who sat so composedly beside the princess, anddismounted with her at the palace steps. 

Once within, nothing was too fine for Gabriel. A gentleman-in-waiting wasset to serve him in an apartment, which made the boy pinch himself to makesure he was not dreaming. 

When he had taken a perfumed bath and obediently put on the fine clothingthat was provided for him, he was summoned to a splendid room where theprincess awaited him, surrounded by her ladies. She was scarcely more thana child, herself, and the boy wondered how she liked to have so manycritical personages about, to watch her every action. 

As he entered the room, every eye was turned upon him, and the LadyGertrude, especially, put up her glass in wonder that this handsome ladwith the serious, fearless eyes, who seemed so at ease in the silks andsatins he now wore, could be the peasant who had jumped on the step of thecoach. 

The princess looked upon him with favor and smiled. "We are ready now, " shesaid, "to hear what plan you propose for the rescue of the golden dog. "

"Then will your highness kindly ask these ladies to leave us?" returnedGabriel. 

"Ah, to be sure. I forgot your wish that the communication should beprivate. "

Then the princess gave orders that every one should leave the room, and hercompanions obeyed reluctantly, the Lady Gertrude above all. She remainedclose to the outside of the closed door, ready to fly within at theslightest cry from her mistress; for the Lady Gertrude could not quitebelieve that a boy who had ever worn a calico shirt was a safe person toleave alone with royalty. 

For a few minutes there was only a low buzz of voices behind the closeddoor, then a merry laugh from the princess assailed Lady Gertrude's ears. It was the first time she had laughed since the disappearance of the goldendog. 

Before Gabriel slipped between the sheets that night in his luxuriouschamber, he took the little brown book which had been folded away with hisshabby clothing. His heart glowed with gratitude to God for the help he hadreceived that day, and when he opened the page it was as if a loving voicespoke:--

"_Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on thee; becausehe trusteth in thee_. "

"Dear God, I trust in thee!" he murmured; then he climbed into the soft bedand slept dreamlessly. 

The following morning, the king and queen having given consent to theirdaughter's request, two children drove out of the palace grounds in a plainblack carriage. The coachman drove to a confectioner's near the centre ofthe town, where the horses stopped. A tall man in dark clothes, who wasalso in the carriage, stepped down first and handed out the girl, andafterward the boy jumped down. Then the carriage rolled away. 

"Remember, " said the girl, turning to the tall man, "you are not to remaintoo near us. "

He bowed submissively, and in a minute more the girl and boy, plainlydressed, middle-class people, were looking in at the confectioner's windowat a pink and white frosted castle that reared itself above a cakesurrounded with bon-bons to make one's mouth water. 

"Saw you ever anything so grand, your highness?" exclaimed Gabriel, in awe. 

The princess laughed. Her cheeks were pink and her eyes sparkled. This wasthe first time her little feet had ever touched a city street, and sheloved the adventure. 

"Find me Topaz, and all the contents of this window shall be yours, " shereturned. 

"I shall not care to have anything until we do find him, your highness, "replied Gabriel simply. 

"You must not call me that. Some one might hear you. "

"I know it. There is danger of it, " declared Gabriel; "but the gentlemanwho is to follow us said I should lose my head if I treated youfamiliarly. "

The princess laughed again. She was in a new world, like a bird whose cagedoor had been opened. 

"We need your head until we find Topaz, " she replied, "for you have cleverideas. Nevertheless, my name is Louise, and you may remember it ifnecessity arises. Now where shall we go first?"

"Straight down this street, " said the boy, leading the way. "I am expectingGod will show us where to go, " he added. 

His companion looked at him in surprise, and Gabriel observed it. "Don'tyou know about God?" he asked. 

"Of course. Who does not?" she returned briefly. 

"I did not, " answered Gabriel, "until I found the Book of Life. It speaksto me in words of flame. Have you such a book?"

"No. I will buy it from you, " said the princess. 

"No one can do that, " declared the boy, "for it is more precious than allbeside. This morning I looked into it for guidance through the day, and theglowing words were sweet:--

"'_For He shall give his angels charge over thee to keep thee in all thyways_. '"

Gabriel smiled at the princess with such gladness that she gazed at himcuriously. 

"You cannot refuse to sell me your book, " she said at last, "for I canhave your head taken off if I wish. I am the king's daughter. "

"God is greater than all kings, " returned Gabriel, "and He would not allowit. He helped me to get your attention yesterday, and to-day He is sendinghis angels with us to find Topaz. The Book of Life is for every one, Ibelieve. I am sure you can have one, too. "

Here both the boy and girl started, for there came a metallic sound ofmusic on the air. "Be cautious, be very cautious, " warned Gabriel, and asthe princess started to run, he caught her by the arm, a proceeding whichhorrified the tall man in dark clothes who was at some distance back, buthad never taken his eyes from them. "You must not be too interested, " addedthe boy, as excited as she. "A hand-organ is an every-day affair. We evenhear them in the country at times. "

But they both followed the sound, veiling their eagerness as best theymight. When they came in sight of the organ-grinder they both sighed, forhe had no assistance from a little dog nor from any one else. 

The princess was for turning away impatiently. 

"Wait, " said Gabriel, "we are interested in organ music. " So he persuadedher to stand a minute, while her bright eyes roved in all directions; andthe organ man saw a hope of coppers in the pair, for they were decentlydressed and lingered in apparent pleasure. He kept his eyes upon them andat last held out his cap. 

The princess had plenty of pence in the bag at her side, placed there bythe thoughtful Gabriel in place of the handful of silver with which she hadintended to reward street musicians. 

"You are one of the common people, your highness; or else you need have nohope of Topaz, " he had reminded her; so now the impatient girl tossed somecoppers into the outstretched cap and hurried along as if they were wastingtime. 

The next organ they found had, sitting upon it, a monkey dressed in red capand jacket, and Gabriel insisted on waiting to watch him, although thesight of his antics only swelled the princess's heart as she thought thatsomewhere Topaz was being forced to such indignity. 

The little monkey did not seem to object, and gladly ran to his master withthe coppers that Gabriel dropped in his cap. 

The next organ-grinder they found had with him a little Italian girl with ared silk handkerchief knotted about her head. She sang and played on atambourine, and Gabriel persuaded his companion to watch and listen for afew minutes. 

If only they could find Topaz first, her royal highness, princess of thecountry, would ask nothing better than to roam freely about the streets, listening and gazing like any other young girl out for a holiday; but Topazwas on her mind, and she was not accustomed to being forced to wait. 

"Listen to me, " murmured Gabriel, as they moved on after making the littleItalian show her white teeth in pleasure at their gift. "Do not frown. Youmust look pleased. It is the only way. "

So the princess put a restraint upon herself. With the next organ theymet, she saw a yellow dog who wore a cap fastened under his chin, and satup holding a cup in his teeth for pennies, and she set her lips in theeffort to control herself. The dog had long ears and white paws. Gabriel'sown heart beat in his throat, but he grasped the woolen stuff of hiscompanion's gown as the man began to play. It was not the man of yesterday, but that mattered not to Gabriel. They waited till the tune was finished, the gaze of the princess devouring the dog meanwhile. Then the littlecreature trotted up to them very prettily on his hind legs, offering hiscup, and the children dropped into it coppers while they looked into theyellow eyes. 

"Hi--Oh--Hi--Oh"--and another tune broke into the one which theirorgan-grinder commenced. Following the sound of the call, Gabriel and theprincess looked a little way off, across the street, and beheld a streetmusician grinding away and beckoning to them with his head, while his teethgleamed in an attractive smile. 

"Pay no attention to him, " said the man with the yellow dog, grindinglustily, and making a frightful discord. "'Tis Pedro and his little brownbeast. He seeks to draw my listeners away as if I had not the mostintelligent dog in the universe, and, moreover, of the color which theprincess has made fashionable. I doubt not if her highness saw my dog shewould give me for him as many gold eagles as I have fingers on my hand; buthe is not for the princess, who has joys enough without depriving thechildren on the street of their pleasures. "

The girl in the brown woolen gown was clasping her hands painfullytogether, and her heart was beating with hope; but Gabriel shook his headat her, and she remained quiet. He had already seen that the dog was notTopaz, although astonishingly like him in size and shape. 

Pedro, across the street, kept drawing nearer, as he played and smiled andbeckoned with his head. There trotted after him an unpromising little browndog with limp tail and ears. The man, in his good-nature and success, looked very different from the organ-grinder of yesterday; and as helaughed aloud, the master of the yellow dog frowned and shouted somethingin Italian back at him, before shouldering his organ and tramping away, hisdog very glad to go on all fours again. 

Pedro pulled off his hat, smiling at the lingering girl and boy. "He saysyou have given him all your coppers, " he said. "I don't believe it; but inany case I will give you a tune. "

"You are letting him go, " murmured the princess breathlessly, starting torun after the yellow dog. 

"Saw you not 'twas not Topaz?" asked Gabriel, under cover of the livelytune, and again seizing a fold of the woolen gown, he held the girl in herplace. "Wait, " he said aloud, with a show of interest, "I wish to hear themusic. "

"Let me go, my heart is sick, " returned the princess, turning her headaway. 

Gabriel pretended to frown at her and pulled some pence from his pocket, atsight of which the organ-grinder's eyes brightened and he played harderthan ever. 

"Can you be strong, princess?" asked the boy distinctly. "Don't look now, but Topaz has come to us. "

The princess started, and instead of obeying, looked closely first at thedejected little brown dog and then up and down the street and behind her, but in vain. 

"If those pence are for me, my boy, " said the organ-grinder, stopping hismusic, "you and your sister shall see my dog dance. He is the wonder of theworld, although he is not much to look at. We cannot all be royal and owngolden dogs. "

Gabriel threw him the pennies, for he did not yet wish to come too nearTopaz, lest the little dog might see deeper than the respectable raiment inwhich his own brother would not have known him. 

The boy clapped his hands above his head; the organ-grinder thought it wasfor joy, but it was a signal agreed upon. A shrill whistle sounded on theair. The organ-grinder knew the sound and knew that it was intended tosummon the officers of the law. He wondered what poor wretch was gettinginto trouble; but it was none of his business. He took a whip from withinhis coat, and with it struck the organ a violent snap. 

At the sound the little dog jumped. The princess noticed that Gabriel'seyes were fixed on him, and wondered what he could be thinking of toconfound this sorry-looking, dull-colored animal with her gay companion ofthe palace garden. 

The music began, the dog reared himself patiently upon his hind feet andstepped about so slowly that the organ-man growled at him and struck theorgan again. Then the dancer moved faster; but the ears did not fly andevery motion was a jerk. Nevertheless, the princess's heart had now begunto suffocate her. She recalled Gabriel's story of washing off the browncolor from the dingy fur in the brook, and her eyes swam with tears at themere possibility that this might be the object of her search. She had justsense enough to keep still and leave everything to Gabriel. Here, too, approached the tall gentleman, followed by an officer of the law. Gabrielsaw at a glance that it was the same big fellow who had driven him awayyesterday. 

The tall, dignified gentleman-in-waiting looked in disgust at the stifflittle brown dancer. 

"This foolish peasant is but getting us into trouble, " he thought, "but hewill suffer for it. "

Indeed, Gabriel knew the law of the land; knew that if he accused theorgan-grinder wrongfully he would be walked off to prison in his place; butGabriel had seen the brown dog's eyes. There were no doubts in his heart, which bounded so that it seemed as if it could hardly stay within hisbosom. 

"Come away, your highness, " murmured the gentleman-in-waiting, in theprincess's ear. "This is a farce. "

"Stand back and wait, " she replied sternly, and he obeyed. 

Meanwhile the organ-grinder had observed the newcomers and was showingevery tooth in his head at the prospect of a rich harvest of coppers. In aminute he ceased playing. The brown dog dropped to all fours, and hishopeless air sent a pang through the princess. 

The organ-grinder held out his cap. 

"I don't think much of your dog's dancing, " said Gabriel, looking him inthe eye. "I could make him do better, myself. "

"It doesn't do to use the whip too much, " replied the organ-grinder, butGabriel had already gone on his knees beside the dog and whispered to him. Instantly the little creature went into a transport of delight. Bounding tothe boy's breast, it clung there so closely that Gabriel gave up theexperiment that he had intended of trying to show the organ-man how hisslave could dance. 

Rising, Gabriel held the panting Topaz in his arms. "I declare, " he saidaloud, "I declare this to be the princess's lost dog. "

The organ-grinder scowled and grew pale. "'Tis a lie, " he cried, "hers wasa golden dog. "

"This is a golden dog, " said Gabriel. 

Even the gentleman-in-waiting was impressed by the certainty of the boy'svoice. The organ-grinder turned to the officer and shook his fist. "'Tisthat boy again!" he cried. "If this is the princess's dog, that boy stolehim. As for me, I found the poor creature, friendless and lost, and I tookpity on him. "

"Why, then, did you stain his coat?" asked Gabriel. 

The organ-grinder looked wildly up and down the street. For some reason hefelt that a silver coin would not affect the officer of the law to-day. 

The gentleman-in-waiting pointed sternly at the culprit. "Take him away, "he said to the officer. "Should this prove to be indeed the princess's dog, he has committed treason. "

And now the black carriage and spirited horses drove up. The three enteredit with the dog and were whirled away. 

By noon it was rumored in that street that her royal highness, the princessof the land, had walked through it, dressed like one of the common people. 

Within the carriage the princess was weeping tears of joy above her pet. 

"If it is you, Goldilocks, if it is you!" she kept repeating; but the dogclung to the one who had recognized his topaz eyes in spite of everything. 

"He is not fit, yet, for your highness to touch, " said Gabriel, "but if youwill give me one hour, I will show him to you unchanged. "

That afternoon there was rejoicing at the palace. All had felt theinfluence of the princess's grief, for she was the idol of the king andqueen; and now, as Topaz capered again, a living sunbeam, through corridorand garden, all had a word of praise for the peasant boy who had restoredhim to his home. 

At evening the princess received a message from Gabriel and ordered that hebe sent to her. 

In a minute he entered, dressed in the shabby garments in which he hadleaped upon the coach step. In his hand he held a little rusty book, andhis clear eyes looked steadily at the princess, with the honest light whichhad first made her listen to him. 

"I come to say farewell, your highness, " he said. 

A line showed in her forehead. "What reward have they given you?"

"None, your highness. "

"What have you in your hand?"

"The Book of Life. "

"Come nearer and let me see it. "

The ladies-in-waiting were, as usual, grouped near their mistress, and theystared curiously at the peasant boy. 

Only Topaz, who at his entrance had bounded from a satin cushion as goldenas his flossy coat, leaped upon him with every sign of affection. 

Gabriel approached and handed the book to the princess. 

She opened it and ran her eye over the gray pages. "I see no fieryletters, " she said, and handed it back. The boy opened it. As usual aflaming verse arrested his eye. He pointed with his finger at the words andread aloud:--

"'_He shall call upon me and I will answer him: I will be with him introuble: I will deliver him and honor him_. '"

"'Tis a fair promise, " said the princess, "but I see no flaming letters. "

"I do, your highness, " returned Gabriel simply, and looking into his eyesshe knew that he spoke the truth. 

She gazed at him curiously. "Where go you now, and what do you do?" sheasked, after a pause. 

"That I know not, " replied Gabriel, "but God will show me. "

"By means of that book?"

"Yes, your highness, " and Gabriel bowed his head and moved toward the door. Topaz followed close at his heel. If Gabriel were going for a walk, why, somuch the better. He was going, too. 

The boy smiled rather sadly, for he knew the golden dog loved him, andthere was no one else anywhere who cared whether he went or came. Hestooped and, picking up the little creature, carried him to the princess. "You will have to hold him from following me, your highness. "

The girl took the dog, but he struggled and broke from her grasp, to leaponce again upon his departing friend. 

"Wait, " said the princess, and rose. Gabriel stood, all attention, andgazed at her, where she stood, smiling kindly upon him. "I promised a fullreward to whomever returned me my dog. You have not yet received even thewindow-full of pink and white sweetmeats which I promised you thismorning. "

Gabriel smiled, too. 

"Where is your home, Gabriel, and why are you not returning there?"

"I have no home. It is a long story, your highness, and would not interestyou. "

"Ah, but it does interest me, " and the princess smiled more brightly thanever; "because if you have no home you can remain in our service. "

A light flashed into Gabriel's sober face. "What happiness!" he exclaimed. 

No answer could have pleased the princess better than the pleasure in hiseyes. "Topaz is not willing you should leave him, and neither am I. Whenyou are older, his majesty, my father, will look after your fortunes. Forthe present you shall be a page. "

"Your highness!" protested the Lady Gertrude, "have you considered? Thepages are of lofty birth. Will it not go hard with the peasant? Give him apurse and let him go. "

The princess answered but did not remove her gaze from the boy's flushedface, while Topaz's cold little nose nestled in his down-dropped hand. 

"Gabriel is my friend, be he prince or peasant, " she said slowly, "and itwill go hard with those who love him not. " The young girl's eyes metGabriel's and then she smiled as light-heartedly as on this morning whenshe wore the woolen gown. "And now make Topaz dance, " she added, "the wayhe danced in the woods. "

The boy's happy glance dropped to the dog, and he raised his finger. Withalacrity Topaz sat up, and then Gabriel began to whistle. 

How the court ladies murmured with soft laughter, for no one had ever seensuch a pretty sight. Not for any of them, not for the princess herself, hadTopaz danced as he danced to-day. 

"Ah, " murmured the princess, "how much more powerful than the whip islove!"

When music and dancing had ceased, she smiled once more upon Gabriel, whosehappy heart was full. 

"Go now, " she said, "and learn of your new duties; but the chief one youhave learned already. It is to be faithful!"

CHAPTER XII

THE TALKING DOLL

Mr. Evringham's horseback rides in these days were apt to be accompanied bythe stories, which Jewel related to him with much enthusiasm while theycantered through wood-roads, and it is safe to say that the tales furnishedfull as much entertainment at second hand as they had at first. 

The golden dog had deeply impressed Jewel's fancy, and when she finishedrelating the story, her face all alight, Mr. Evringham shook his head. 

"Star is going to have his hands full, I can see, " he remarked, restrainingEssex Maid's longing for a gallop. 

"Why, grandpa?"

"To hold his own against that dog. "

Jewel looked thoughtful. "I suppose it wouldn't be any use to try to teachStar to dance, would it?" she asked. 

"Oh, yes. Ponies learn to dance. We shall have to go to a circus and letyou see one; but how should you like it every time Star heard a band or ahand-organ to have him get up on his hind legs and begin?"

Jewel laughed and patted her pony's glossy neck. "I guess I like Star bestthe way he is, " she replied, "but grandpa, did you ever _hear_ of such adarling dog?"

"I confess I never did, " admitted the broker. 

"I should think there was some trick Star could learn, " said Jewelmusingly. 

"Why, of course there is. Tell Zeke you wish to teach Star to shake hands. He'll help you. "

This idea pleased Jewel very much, and in the fullness of time the feat wasaccomplished; but by the time the black pony had learned that he must lifthis little hoof carefully and put it in his mistress's hand, before hislump of sugar was forthcoming, he wished, like the Lady Gertrude, thatthere had never been a yellow dog in the world. 

When next Mrs. Evringham, Jewel, and Anna Belle settled in the ravine tothe reading of a story, it was Jewel's turn to choose. When her mother hadfinished naming the remaining titles, the child hesitated and lifted hereyebrows and shoulders as she gave the reader a meaning glance. Mrs. Evringham wondered what was in her mind, and, after a minute's thought, Jewel turned to Anna Belle, sitting wide-eyed against a tree. 

"Just excuse me one minute, dearie, " she said; then, coming close to hermother's ear, she whispered:--

"Is there anything in 'The Talking Doll' to hurt Anna Belle's feelings?"

"No, I think she'd rather like it, " returned Mrs. Evringham. 

"You see, " whispered Jewel, "she doesn't know she's a doll. "

"Of course not, " said Mrs. Evringham. 

Jewel sat back: "I choose, " she said aloud, "I choose 'The Talking Doll. '"

As Anna Belle only maintained her usual amiable look of interest, Mrs. Evringham proceeded to read aloud as follows:--

 * * * * *

When Gladys opened her eyes on her birthday morning, the sun was streamingacross her room, all decorated in rose and white. It was the prettiest roomany little girl could have, and everything about the child looked sobright, one would have expected her to laugh just for sympathy with the gaymorning; but as she sat up in bed she yawned instead and her eyes gazedsoberly at the dancing sunbeams. 

"Ellen, " she called, and a young woman came into the room. 

"Oh, you're awake, Miss Gladys. Isn't this a fine birthday Mother Nature'sfixed up for you?"

The pleasant maid helped the little girl to bathe and dress, and, as thetoilet went on, tried to bring a cheerful look into Gladys's face. "Nowwhat are you hoping your mother has for you?" she asked, at last. 

"I don't know, " returned the child, very near a pout. "There isn't anythingI want. I've been trying to think what I'd like to have, and I can't thinkof a thing. " She said this in an injured tone, as if the whole world werebeing unkind to her. 

Ellen shook her head. "You are a very unlucky child, " she returnedimpressively. 

"I am not, " retorted Gladys, looking at Ellen in astonishment. The ideathat she, whom her father and mother watched from morning until night astheir greatest treasure, could be called unlucky! She had never expressed awish in her life that had not been gratified. "You mustn't say such thingsto me, Ellen, " added the child, vexed that her maid did not look sorry forhaving made such a blunder. 

Ellen had taken care of her ever since she was born, and no one should knowbetter what a happy, petted life she had led; but Ellen only shook her headnow; and when Gladys was dressed she went down to the dining-room where herparents were waiting to give her a birthday greeting. 

They kissed her lovingly, and then her mother said:--

"Well, what does my little girl want for her gift?"

"What have you for me?" asked Gladys, with only faint interest. She hadclosets and drawers full of toys and books and games, and she was like aperson who has been feasted and feasted, and then is asked to sit downagain at a loaded table. 

For answer her mother produced from behind a screen a beautiful doll. Itwas larger and finer than any that Gladys had owned, and its parted, rosylips showed pearly little teeth within. 

Gladys looked at it without moving, but began to smile. Then her mother puther hand about the doll's waist and it suddenly said: "Ma-ma--Pa-pa. "

"Oh, if she can talk!" cried Gladys, looking quite radiant for a minute, and running forward she took the doll in her arms. 

"Her name is Vera, " said the mother, happy at having succeeded in pleasingher child. "Here is something that your grandmother sent you, dear. Isn'tit a quaint old thing?" and Gladys's mother showed her a heavy silver bowlwith a cover. On the cover was engraved, "It is more blessed to give thanto receive. "

"I don't know where your grandma found such an odd thing nor why she sentit to a little girl; but she says it will be an heirloom for you. "

Gladys looked at the bowl and handled it curiously. The cover fitted sowell and the silver was so bright she was rather pleased at having, such agrown-up possession. 

"It is evidently valuable, " said her mother. "I will have it put with oursilver. "

"No, " returned Gladys, and her manner was the willful one of a spoiledchild. "I want it in my room. I like it. "

"Oh, very well, " answered her mother. "Grandma will be glad that you arepleased. "

An excursion into the country had been planned for Gladys to-day. She hadsome cousins there, a girl of her own age and a boy a little older. She hadnot seen Faith and Ernest for five years. Their father and mother were awayon a long visit now, so the children were living in the old farmhouse withan aunt of their father's to take care of them. Gladys's mother thought itwould be a pleasant change for her in the June weather, and it was anattractive idea to Gladys to think of giving these country cousins a sightof her dainty self, her fine clothes, and perhaps she would take them oneor two old toys that she liked the least; but the coming of Vera put thetoy idea completely out of her head. What would Faith say to a doll whocould talk!

Gladys was in haste now for the time to come to take the train; and as Verawas well supplied with various costumes, the doll was soon arrayed, likeher little mamma, in pretty summer street-dress and ready to start. 

Gladys's father had a guest to-day, so his wife remained at home with him, and Ellen took charge of the birthday excursion. 

Driving to the station and during the hour's ride on the train, Gladys wasin gay spirits, chattering about her new doll and arranging its prettyclothes, and each time Vera uttered her words, the child would laugh, andEllen laughed with her. Gladys was a girl ten years old, but to the maidshe was still a baby, and although Ellen thought she saw the child'sparents making mistakes with her every day, she, like them, was so relievedwhen Gladys was good-natured that she joined heartily in the little girl'spleasure now over her birthday present. 

"Won't Faith's eyes open when she sees Vera?" asked Gladys gayly. 

"I expect they will, " returned Ellen. "What have you brought with you forher and her brother?"

The child shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing. I meant to but I forgot it, because I was so pleased with Vera. Isn't her hair sweet, Ellen?" andGladys twisted the soft, golden locks around her fingers. 

"Yes, but it would have been nice to bring something for those children. They don't have so much as you do. "

"Of course not. I don't believe they have much of anything. You knowthey're poor. Mother sends them money sometimes, so it's all right. " AndGladys poked the point of her finger within Vera's rosy lips and touchedher little white teeth. 

Ellen shook her head and Gladys saw it and pouted. "Why didn't _you_ thinkof it, then, or mother?" she asked. 

"You won't have somebody to think for you all your life, " returned Ellen. "You'd better be beginning to think about other people yourself, Gladys. What's that it said on your grandmother's silver bowl?"

"Oh, I don't know. Something about giving and receiving. "

"Yes. 'It is more blessed to give than to receive, ' that's what it said, "and Ellen looked hard at her companion, though with a very soft gaze, too;for she loved this little girl because she had spent many a wakeful nightand busy day for her. 

"Yes, I remember, " returned Gladys. "Grandma had that put on because shewanted me to know how much she would rather give me things than have peoplegive things to her. Anyway, Ellen, if you are going to be cross on mybirthday I wish mother had come with me, instead;" and a displeased cloudcame over the little-girl's face, which Ellen hastened to drive away bychanging the subject. She knew her master and mistress would reprove herfor annoying their idol. They always said, when their daughter wasunusually naughty or selfish, "Oh, Gladys will outgrow all these things. WeWon't make much of them. "

By the time they reached the country station, Gladys's spirits were quiterestored and, carrying her doll, she left the train with Ellen. 

Faith and Ernest were there to meet them. No wonder the children did notrecognize each other, for they had been so young when last they met; andwhen Gladys's curious eyes fell upon the country girl, she felt like aprincess who comes to honor humble subjects with a visit. 

Faith and Ernest had never thought about being humble subjects. Their richrelative who lived in some unknown place and sometimes sent their mothergifts of money and clothing had often roused their gratitude, and when shehad written that their cousin Gladys would like to visit the farm on herbirthday, they at once set their wits to work to think how they could makeher have a good time. They always had a good time themselves, and now thatvacation had begun, the days seemed very full of fun and sunshine. Theythought it must be hard to live in a city street as their mother haddescribed, it to them, and even though she was away now and could notadvise them, they felt as if they could make Gladys enjoy herself. 

Faith's hair was shingled as short as her brother's, and her gingham frockwas clean and fresh. She watched each person descend from the train, andwhen a pretty girl with brown eyes and curls appeared, carrying a largedoll, Faith's bright gaze grew brighter, and she was delighted to find thatit was Gladys. She took it for granted that kind-faced Ellen, so welldressed in black, was her aunt, and greeted her so, but Gladys's brown eyeswidened. 

"My mother couldn't come, for father needed her, " she explained. "This ismy maid, Ellen. "

"Oh, " said Faith, much impressed by such elegance. "We thought aunt Helenwas coming. Ernest is holding the horse over here, " and she led the way toa two-seated wagon where a twelve-year-old boy in striped shirt and oldfelt hat was waiting. 

Faith made the introductions and then helped Gladys and Ellen into the backseat of the wagon, all unconscious of her cousin's wonder at the absence ofsilver mountings and broadcloth cushions. Then Faith climbed over the wheelinto the seat beside her brother, and the horse started. She turned aboutso as to talk more easily with her guest. 

"What a beautiful doll!" she said admiringly. 

"Yes, " returned Gladys, "this is my birthday, you know. "

"Oh, then, is it new? I thought it was! Hasn't she the prettiest clothes?Have you named her yet?"

"Her name is Vera. Mother says it means true, or truth, or something likethat. "

Ernest turned half around to glance at the object of the girls' admiration;but he thought Gladys herself a much more attractive creature than thedoll. 

"I suppose your cousin Gladys can't ask you to admire her doll much, MasterErnest, " said Ellen. She liked these rosy children at once, and the fresh, sunlit air that had painted their cheeks. 

"Oh, it's pretty enough, " returned Ernest, turning back and clucking to thehorse. 

Gladys enjoyed Faith's pleasure. She would not try to show off Vera'ssupreme accomplishment in this rattlety-banging wagon. How it did jounceover occasional stones in the country road!

[Illustration: "I HEAR A SHEEP"]

Ellen smiled at her as the child took hold of her arm in fear of losing herbalance. "That was a 'thank-ye-ma'am, '" she said, as the wagon suddenlybounded over a little hillock. "Didn't you see what a pretty curtsy we allmade?"

But Gladys thought it was rather uncomfortable and that Ernest drove toofast, considering the state of the toads. 

"This wagon has such nice springs, " said Faith. She was eager to take Verainto her own hands, but no wonder Gladys liked to hold her when she hadonly had her such a short time. 

Aunt Martha was standing on the piazza to welcome the company when theyarrived. She was an elderly woman with spectacles, and it had to beexplained to her, also, that Ellen was not Gladys's mother. 

The maid was so well dressed in her quiet street suit that aunt Marthagroaned in spirit at first at the prospect of caring for a fashionable cityservant; and it was a relief when the stranger looked up and saidpleasantly: "I'm just Ellen. "

There was an hour left before dinner, and Faith and Ernest carried Gladysoff to a place they called the grove. The farmhouse was painted in lightyellow and white. It was built on a grassy slope, and at the foot of agentle hill a pretty pond lay, and out from this flowed a brook. If onekept quite still he could hear the soft babble of the little stream evenfrom the piazza. Nearer by was a large elm-tree, so wide-spreading that thepair of Baltimore orioles who hung their swaying nest on one limb scarcelyhad a bowing acquaintance with the robins who lived on the other side. Theair was full of pleasant scents, and Gladys followed her hosts willingly, far to the right side of the house, where a stone wall divided the groundsfrom a piece of woodland. Her cousins bounded over the wall, and she triedto find a safe spot for her dainty, thin shoe, the large doll impeding hermovements. 

"Oh, let me take her!" cried Faith eagerly, seeing her cousin'spredicament; and as she carefully lifted the beautiful Vera, she added:"Help Gladys over, Ernest. "

Ernest was very unused to girls who had to be helped, and he was ratherawkward in trying to give his cousin assistance, but as Gladys tetered onthe unsteady stones, she grasped his strong shoulder and jumped down. 

"Father and Ernest cleared this grove out for us, " explained Faith. All theunderbrush had been carried away and the straight, sweet-smelling pinesrose from a carpet of dry needles. A hammock was swung between two trees. It was used more by the children's mother than by them, as they were tooactive to care for it; but Gladys immediately ran toward it, her recovereddoll in her arms, and seated herself in the netting. Her cousins regardedher admiringly as she sat there pushing herself with her dainty shoe-tips. 

"I'll swing you, " said Ernest, and running to her side began with such awill that Gladys cried out:--

"Oh, not so hard, not so hard!" and the boy dropped his hands, abashed. 

Now, while they were both standing before her, was a good time for Gladysto give them her great surprise; so she put her hands about Vera's waist, and at once "Ma-ma--Pa-pa" sounded in the still grove. 

Ernest pricked up his ears. "I hear a sheep, " he said, looking about. 

Gladys flushed, but turning toward Faith for appreciation, she made thedoll repeat her accomplishment. 

"It's that dear Vera!" cried Faith, falling on her knees in the pineneedles before Gladys. "Oh, make her do it again, Gladys, please do!"

Her visitor smiled and complied, pleased with her country cousin's delight. 

"Think of a doll that can talk!" cried Faith. 

"I think she bleats, " laughed Ernest, and he mimicked Vera's staccatotones. 

Faith laughed, too, but Gladys gave him a flash of her brown eyes. 

"A boy doesn't know anything about dolls, " said Faith. "I should thinkyou'd be the happiest girl, Gladys!"

"I am, " returned Gladys complacently. "What sort of a doll have you, Faith?"

"Rag, tag, and bobtail, " laughed Ernest. 

"Now you keep still, " said his sister. "I'll show you my dolls when we goto dinner, Gladys. I don't play with them very much because Ernest doesn'tlike to, and now it's vacation we're together a lot, you know; but I justlove them, and if you were going to stay longer we'd have a lot of fun. "

Faith looked so bright as she spoke, Gladys wished she had broughtsomething for her. She wasn't so sure about Ernest. He was a nice-looking, strong boy, but he had made fun of Vera. At present he was letting off someof his superfluous energy by climbing a tree. 

"Look out for the pitch, Ernest, " said his sister warningly. "See, Gladys, I have a horse out here, " and Faith went to where the low-growing limb ofa pine sprang flexibly as she leaped upon it into an imaginary side-saddle. Gladys smiled at her languidly, as she bounded gayly up and down. 

"I have a pony, " returned Gladys, rocking gently in her swinging cradle. 

"That must be splendid, " said Faith. "Ernest rides our old Tom barebackaround the pasture sometimes, but I can't. "

Very soon the children were called to dinner, and wonderfully good ittasted to Gladys, who took note of cottage cheese, apple-butter, anddoughnuts, and determined to order them at home the very next day. 

As they were all rising from the table, a telegraph boy drove up in abuggy, and a telegram was handed to Ellen. Her face showed surprise as sheread it, and she looked at aunt Martha. 

"Could we stay here a few days?" she asked. 

"What is it, Ellen?" demanded Gladys. 

"Your father's friend wants him and your mother to take a trip with him, and your mother thinks you might like to stay here a while. I'm to answer, and she will send some clothes and things. "

Aunt Martha had already learned to like good, sensible Ellen, and shereplied cordially; so a telegram went back by the messenger boy, and Faithand Gladys both jumped up and down with pleasure at the prolonging of thevisit. Ernest looked pleased, too. In spite of Gladys's rather languid, helpless ways, he admired her very much; so the children scampered away, being left this time on a chair in the parlor. 

"Do you like turtles?" asked Faith of the guest. 

"I don't know, " returned Gladys. 

"Didn't you ever see any?" asked Ernest in astonishment. 

"I don't believe so. "

"Then come on!" cried the boy, with a joyous whoop. "We'll goturtle-hunting. "

Gladys skipped along with them until they reached the brook. 

"Now Ernest will walk on that side of the water, " said Faith, "and you andI will go on this. "

"But what are we going to do?"

"Watch for turtles. You'll see. "

Ernest jumped across the brook. Gladys walked along the soft grass behindFaith, and the bubbling little stream swirled around its stones and gentlybent its grasses as it ran through the meadow. 

In a minute Faith's practiced eye caught sight of a dark object on a stonedirectly in front of them. 

It was a turtle sunning himself. His black shell was covered with brightgolden spots, and his eyes were blinking slowly in the warm light. 

"Quick, Ernest!" cried Faith, for it was on his side. 

He sprang forward, but not quickly enough. The turtle had only to give onevigorous push of his hind feet and, plump, he fell into the water. Instantly the brook became muddy at that point, for Mr. Turtle knew that hemust be a very busy fellow if he escaped from the eager children who wereafter him. 

He burrowed into the soft earth while Ernest and Faith threw themselvesflat on their stomachs. Gladys opened her brown eyes wide to see hercousins, their sleeves stripped up, plunging their hands blindly abouthoping to trap their reluctant playfellow. 

Ernest was successful, and bringing up the muddy turtle, soused him in thewater until his golden spots gleamed again. 

"Hurrah!" cried Faith, "we have him. Let me show him to Gladys, please, Ernest, " and the boy put the turtle into the hand stretched across to him. 

As soon as the creature found that kicking and struggling did not do anygood, it had drawn head, legs, and tail into its pretty shell house. 

Faith put him into Gladys's hand, but the little city girl cried out anddropped him on the grass. 

"Oh, excuse me, " laughed Faith. "I thought you wanted to see it. "

"I do, but I don't believe I want to touch it. "

"Why, they're the dearest, cleanest things, " said Faith, and picking up theturtle she showed her cousin its pretty under shell of cream color andblack, and the round splashes of gold on its black back. 

"But I saw it kicking and scratching Ernest, and putting its head way out, "said Gladys doubtfully, "and I don't like to hold it because it might putout all its legs and things again. "

Faith laughed. "It only has four legs and a cunning little tail; and weknow how to hold it so it can't scratch us, anyway; but it won't put outits head again until it thinks we've gone away, because this is an old one. See, the shell covers my hand all over. The littler ones are livelier andmore willing to put out their heads. I don't believe we've had this onebefore, Ernest, " added Faith, examining the creature. "We nearly alwaysuse the big ones for horses, " she explained, "and then there's a gimlethole through the shell. "

"Who would do that?" exclaimed Gladys, drawing back. 

"Ernest. Why!" observing her cousin's look of horror. "It doesn't hurtthem. We wouldn't hurt them for anything. We just love them, and if theyweren't geese they'd love us, too. "

"Use them for horses? What do you mean?"

"Why, they draw my smallest dolls in lovely chariots. "

"Oh, " returned Gladys. This sounded mysterious and interesting. She eventook the clean, compact shell into her hands for a minute before Faithgathered up her dress skirt and dropped the turtle into it, the threeproceeding along the brook side, taking up their watch again. 

The warm, sunny day brought the turtles out, and the next one they saw wasnot larger than the palm of Ernest's hand. It was swimming leisurely withthe current. 

They all three saw it at once, but quick as Faith was, the lively littlecreature was quicker. As she and Ernest both darted upon it, it scrambledfor her side and burrowed swiftly under the bank. This was the beststronghold for the turtle, and the children knew it. 

"I just can't lose him, I can't!" cried Faith, and Gladys wondered at thefearless energy with which she dived her hand into the mud, feeling around, unmindful which portion of the little animal she grasped if she only caughthim; and catch him she did. With a squeal of delight she pulled out theturtle, who continued to swim vigorously, even when in mid air. 

"He's splendid and lively!" exclaimed Faith. "You can see him go on thegrass, Gladys, " and the little girl put the creature down, heading him awayfrom the brook, and he made good time, thinking he was getting away fromhis captor. "You see, Ernest harnesses them to a little pasteboard box, andI put in my smallest dolls and we have more _fun_;" but by this time theturtle realized that he was traveling inland, and turned around suddenly inthe opposite direction. 

"No, no, pet!" cried Faith gayly. "Not yet, " and she picked up the livelyone. "See, you hold them this way;" she held the shell between her thumband middle finger and the sharp little claws sawed the air in vain. "There, cunning, " she added, looking into the turtle's bright eyes, "go see yourauntie or uncle, or whoever it is, " and she put it into her dress with theother one, and they walked on. 

"I hope we shall find a prince, " said Ernest, "Gladys ought to see one ofthose. "

"Yes, indeed, " responded Faith. "They're snapping turtles, really, and theygrow bigger than these common ones; but they're so handsome and hard tofind we call them princes. Their shells are gray on top and smooth andpolished, like satin; and then, underneath, oh, they're beautiful;sometimes plain ivory, and sometimes bright red; and they have lovelyyellow and black splashes where the lower shell joins the upper. I wish youcould see a baby turtle, Gladys. Once I found one no bigger than a quarterof a dollar. I don't believe it had ever been in the water. "

"I wish I could, " returned Gladys, with enthusiasm. "I wouldn't be a bitafraid of a little, _little_ one. "

"Of course that one she found was just a common turtle, like these, " saidErnest, "but a baby prince is the thing we want. "

"Yes, indeed, " sighed Faith ecstatically. "If I could just once find a babyprince with a red under shell, I don't know what I'd do! I'd be too happyfor anything. I've hunted for one for two whole summers. The big ones dosnap so that, though they're so handsome, you can't have much fun withthem. "

The children walked on, Gladys now quite in the spirit of the hunt. Theyfound two more spotted turtles before they turned again to retrace theirsteps. 

Now it proved that this was to be a red-letter day in the history of theirturtle hunts, for on the way home they found the much sought baby prince. He had been in this world long enough to become a polished little creature, with all his points of beauty brought out; but not long enough to besuspicious and to make a wild scramble when he saw the children coming. 

Faith's trained eyes fell first upon the tiny, dark object, sunning himselfhappily in all his baby innocence, and blinking at the lovely green worldsurrounding his shallow stone. Her heart beat fast and she said to herself, "Oh, I _know_ it's a common one!" She tiptoed swiftly nearer. It was not acommon one. It was a prince! It _was_ a prince!

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, as, holding her skirt-bag ofturtles with one hand, she lightly tiptoed forward, and, falling on herknees in front of the stone, gathered up the prince, just as he saw herand pushed with his tiny feet to slip off the rock into the brook. 

"Oh, oh, _oh_!" was all she could say as she sat there, swaying herselfback and forth, and holding the baby to her flushed cheek. 

"What is it? What?" cried Ernest, jumping across the brook to her side. Shesmiled at him and Gladys without a word, and held up her prize, showing thepretty red under shell, while the baby, very much astonished to findhimself turned over in mid air, drew himself into his house. 

"Oh, the cunning, _cunning_ thing!" cried Gladys, her eyes flashingradiantly. "I'm so glad we found him!"

Gladys, like a good many beside herself, became fired with enthusiasm topossess whatever she saw to be precious in the sight of others. Yesterday, had she seen the baby prince in some store she would not have thought ofasking her mother to buy it for her; but to-day it had been captured, alittle wild creature for which Faith had been searching and hoping duringtwo summers; and poor Gladys had been so busy all her life wondering whatpeople were going to get for her, and wondering whether she should like itvery well when she had it, that now, instead of rejoicing that Faith hadsuch a pleasure, she began to feel a hot unrest and dissatisfaction in herbreast. 

"He is a little beauty, " she said, and then looked at her cousin and waitedfor her to present to her guest the baby turtle. 

"Why didn't I see it first?" she thought, her heart beating fast, for Faithshowed no sign of giving up her treasure. "Do you suppose we could findanother?" she asked aloud, making her wistfulness very apparent as theyagain took up the march toward home. 

"Well, I guess not, " laughed Ernest. "Two of those in a day? I guess not. Let me carry it for you, Faith. You have to hold up your dress skirt. "

"Oh, thank you, Ernest, I don't mind, and he's _so_ cunning!"

Ernest kept on with the girls, now, on their side of the brook. It would bean anti-climax to catch any more turtles this afternoon. 

"If I could find one, " said Gladys, "I would carry it home for myaquarium. "

"Oh, have you an aquarium?" asked Faith with interest. 

"Yes, a fine one. It has gold and silver fish and a number of little watercreatures, and a grotto with plants growing around it. "

"How lovely it must be, " said Faith, and Gladys saw her press her lips tothe baby prince's polished back. 

"She's an awfully selfish girl, " thought Gladys. "I wouldn't treat companyso for anything!"

"You'll see the aquarium Faith and I have, " said Ernest. "It's only a tub, but we get a good deal of fun out of it. It's our stable, too, you see. Didyou notice we caught one of our old horses to-day? Let's see him, Faith, "and Ernest poked among the turtles and brought out one with a little holemade carefully in the edge of his shell. 

"It seems very cruel to me, " said Gladys, with a superior air. 

"Oh, it isn't, " returned Faith eagerly. "We'd rather hurt each other thanthe turtles, wouldn't we, Ernest?"

"I guess so, " responded the boy, rather gruffly. He didn't wish Gladys tothink him too good. 

"It doesn't hurt them a bit, " went on Faith, "but you know turtles arelazy. They're all relations of the tortoise that raced with the hare inÆsop's fable. " Her eyes sparkled at Gladys, who smiled slightly. "And theyaren't very fond of being horses, so we only keep them a day or two andthen let them go back into the brook. I think that's about as much fun asanything, don't you, Ernest?"

"Oh, I don't know, " responded her brother, who was beginning to feel thatall this turtle business was a rather youthful pastime for a member of abaseball team. 

"You see, " went on Faith, "we put the turtles on the grass only a foot ortwo away from the brook, and wait. "

"And we do have to wait, " added Ernest, "for they always retire withinthemselves and pull down the blind, as soon as we start off with themanywhere. "

"But we press a little on their backs, " said Faith, "and then they put outtheir noses, and when they smell the brook they begin to travel. It's suchfun to see them dive in, _ker-chug_! Then they scurry around and burrow inthe mud, getting away from us, just as if we weren't willing they should. They are pretty silly, I must say, " laughed Faith, "and it's the hardestthing to make them understand that you love them; but, " her tone changedtenderly as she held up the baby prince, "_you'll_ know I love you, won'tyou, dear, when I give you tiny little pieces of meat every day!"

The cloud on Gladys's face deepened. 

"Come on, let's hustle and put the turtles away and go for a row. Do youlike to row, Gladys?" asked Ernest. 

"Yes, I guess so, " she responded, rather coldly. 

They ran up the hill to the side of the house where was a shallow tub ofwater with a rock in the middle, its top high and dry. There was also afloating shingle; so the steeds could swim or sun themselves just as suitedtheir fancy. The upper edge of the tub was covered with tin so that sharplittle claws could not find a way to climb out. 

"It's fun to see them go in, " said Faith, placing one on the rock and oneon the shingle, where they rested at first without sign of life; but in aminute out came head and legs and, spurning the perches with their strongfeet, plump the turtles went into the water and to the bottom, evidentlyconvinced that they were outwitting their captors. 

"Don't you want to choose one special one for yours, Gladys? It's fun toname them, " said Faith. 

The visitor hesitated only a moment. "I choose the baby, then, " she said. "You know I'm afraid of the big ones. "

Ernest thought she was joking. It did not occur to him that any one who hadseen Faith's happiness in finding the prince could seriously think oftaking it from her. 

"Yes, " he laughed, "I guess you and I won't get a chance at that one, Gladys. "

Faith's expression changed and her eyes grew thoughtful. "Hurry up, girls, " continued Ernest, "come on, we won't have very much time. "

So the turtles, prince and all, were left disporting themselves in the tub, and the trio went down to the pond, where Ernest untied his boat. Faithjumped in, but Gladys timorously placed her little foot upon the unsteadygunwale, and the children had to help her into the boat as they had doneover the wall. 

"I wish I'd brought Vera, " she said when she was seated and Ernest waspushing the boat off. 

"Next time we will, " replied Faith. 

"I don't see why Ernest couldn't go back for her now, " said Gladys. "I'mnot used to walking so much and I'm too tired to go myself. "

"You want me to run up the hill after a _doll_!" asked the boy, laughing. He began to believe his pretty cousin was very fond of joking. "Somethingmight happen to her before you saw her, " he added mischievously. 

The pond was a charming sheet of water. Trees lined its edges in summer, and it was a great place for sport in winter. Faith and Ernest chattered totheir cousin of all the coasting and skating, and their bright faces andjolly stories only increased the uncomfortable feeling that Gladys hadallowed to slip into her heart. 

Her cousins had more fun than she did. It wasn't fair. She had no eyes forthe pretty scenery about her, as Ernest's strong arms sent the boat flyingalong. Faith noticed her changed looks and for the first time wondered howit was going to seem to have Gladys to take care of for--they couldn't tellhow long; but she only tried the harder to bring back the bright look hercousin had worn at dinner time. 

In a few minutes Gladys began to rock the boat from side to side. 

"Don't do that, please, " said Ernest. 

There was a tone of command in his voice, and the spoiled child only rockedthe harder. 

"None of that, I tell you, Gladys, " he said sharply. 

"Please don't, " added Faith. 

But the error that Gladys had let creep in was enjoying her cousin'sanxiety, and she smiled teasingly as she went on rocking. She hadcondescended to come out to the farm, and she would let these countrychildren see if they could order her about. 

Ernest said no more, but he promptly turned the boat around and pulled forthe shore. 

"What are you doing?" asked Gladys. 

"Going ashore. "

"I don't want to, " she exclaimed, her cheeks flushing. "I want to go upthere. " She pointed to a spot in the distance. "I want to go around thatcorner and see what there is there. "

"Not to-day, " replied Ernest, pulling sturdily. 

We won't look into Gladys's heart and see what went on there then, becauseit is too unpleasant. 

"You see we're the crew, " said Faith, a little scared by her cousin'sflashing eyes and crimson cheeks. "We have to do what Ernest says. He knowsa lot about boats, Gladys, and it _is_ dangerous to rock. The pond is realdeep. "

"I shall come out in the boat alone, then, " declared Gladys. 

"Oh, no, you won't, " remarked Ernest, smiling. "People that rock boats needa keeper. "

Faith's eyes besought him, "I'll take you out to-morrow if you'll promiseto sit still, " he went on; "but if anything happened to the boat, you see Icouldn't save both of you, and I'd be likely to try to save Faith; so you'dbetter go ashore now and think it over. "

Gladys stared at him in utter amazement that any one could speak to her so. Why had she ever come to the farm!

However, she quickly put on a little air of indifference and only said:--

"How silly to be so afraid!"

All she cared for now was to get to Ellen and pour out her troubles, andshe was quite silent while she jumped ashore, although the wavering boatmade her clutch Faith's hand hard. 

Tender-hearted Faith felt very sorry for her cousin, so she began talkingabout Vera as they went up the hill saying how anxious she was to hear herspeak again. 

"I'll never let you!" exclaimed that strong error that had taken possessionof Gladys, but her lips set tight and she was glad to see Ellen come out onthe piazza. 

As the children approached they saw that the maid had something bright inher hand, and that she was smiling. 

"Well, Gladys, " she said, "your mother's sent a trunk, and this was withyour clothes. What do you think of that? I expect your mother thought youmight like to have it. "

Gladys recognized the silver bowl with satisfaction. She was glad to haveFaith and Ernest see the sort of things she was used to. 

"Oh, it looks like a wishing bowl, " cried Faith in admiration. 

"It is a solid silver bowl that my grandmother sent me for my birthday, "remarked Gladys coolly, and she took it from Ellen. 

"Let's see what it says on it, " said Faith, and she read the inscriptionaloud. Then she added: "It does look just like the wishing bowl in ourstory. "

"What was that?" asked Gladys. 

"Why, it was a bright, beautiful silver bowl with a cover, and all you hadto do if you wanted something was to say:--

 Pretty little silver dish, Give me, pray, my dearest wish;

and then, when you took off the cover, whatever you had asked for was inthe bowl!"

Gladys shrugged her shoulders. Then she took hold of Ellen's hand and drewher into the house and closed the door after them. 

Faith and Ernest did not attempt to follow. They sat down on the steps andlooked at one another. 

"She's hopping, isn't she?" said Ernest softly. 

"Oh, dear, " returned Faith dejectedly, "and it all began with the babyprince. "

"What do you mean?"

"She wants him for her aquarium. "

Ernest paused a minute to think over his cousin's words and actions; thenhe broke out indignantly; "Well, she won't get him. "

"I have hunted for him so long!" mourned Faith, "and his shell is so red;but, Ernest, didn't you notice what it said on that bowl?"

"Yes, I did; but Gladys is a great baby and she isn't going to geteverything. Tell her you'll exchange the prince for that baa-ing doll ofhers, if you like it. I tell you what, Faith, I've had about enough of herafter that boat business. If she's going to stay on here I shall go offwith the fellows. "

Meanwhile Gladys had seized the beautiful Vera and drawn Ellen off upstairsto their room. The maid saw the signs of storm in her face, and her owngrew troubled, for it was one thing to vex Gladys and quite another toappease her. 

"I'm not going to stay here, " announced the little girl, as soon as thedoor was closed, her breath coming fast. "Faith and Ernest are the mostselfish, impolite children I ever saw!"

Ellen sighed, and, sitting down, drew the child into her lap. 

She continued excitedly: "We went turtle-hunting and found a lot ofscrabbly things that I couldn't bear, but Faith and Ernest like them. Thenwhen we found a pretty little young one that I wouldn't be a bit afraid of, Faith kept it for herself. Just think, when I was company, and she had allthe others beside. I'm just crazy to have it, and they're _very_ hard tofind and we can't _ever_ find another. Shouldn't you think she'd feelashamed? Then when, we went out in the boat, just because I moved around alittle and made the boat rock, Ernest brought us in when I didn't want tocome a bit. I even _told_ him I didn't want to come in, because I wanted tosee a part of the pond that looked pretty, but he brought us just the same. Did you ever _hear_ of such impoliteness?"

Ellen had had too much experience with the little girl not to know thatthere was another side to this story; but she gathered Gladys down in herarms with the curly head on her shoulder, and, while a few hot tears fellfrom the brown eyes, she rocked her, and it comforted the little girl'ssore places to feel her nurse's love. 

"I'm glad Ernest brought you in, " said Ellen, after a minute of silentrocking. "If anything happened to you, you know that would be the last ofpoor Ellen. I could never go back to town. "

Gladys gave a sob or two. 

"These children haven't nearly so much as you have, " went on Ellen quietly. "Perhaps Faith was as happy over the little turtle as you are over yourtalking doll. She hasn't any rich mother to give her things, you know. "

"They have _lots_ of things. They have a great deal more fun in winter thanI do, " returned Gladys hotly. 

Ellen patted her. "You have too much, Gladys, " she replied kindly. "When Isaid this morning that you were unlucky, you couldn't understand it; butperhaps this visit to the farm will make you see differently. There's sucha thing as having too much, dear, and that sentence on your silver bowl isas true as true. Now there's the supper bell. Let me wash your face. "

Gladys was deeply offended, but she was also hungry, and she began towonder if there would be apple-butter and cottage cheese again. 

There was, and the little girl did full justice to the supper, especiallyto aunt Martha's good bread and butter; but when the meal was over sherefused to go out and romp on the lawn with her cousins. 

"Gladys isn't used to so much running around, " said Ellen pleasantly to theother children. "I guess she's a pretty sleepy girl and will get into bedearly. "

So when Ellen had helped aunt Martha with the supper dishes, Gladys wentupstairs with her, to go to bed. 

She was half undressed when some one knocked softly, and Faith came intothe room. The silver bowl stood on a table near the door, and the littlegirl paused to look at it and examine the wreath of roses around its edge. "I never saw one so handsome, " she said. Then she came forward. "I thoughtperhaps you'd let me see you undress Vera, " she added. 

"She is undressed, " answered Gladys shortly. 

"Oh, yes!" Faith went up to the bed where the doll lay in its nightdress. "May I make her speak once?"

"No, I'm afraid you might hurt her, " returned Gladys shortly, and Ellengave her a reproachful look. Gladys didn't care! How could a girl expect tobe so selfish as Faith, and then have everybody let her do just what shewanted to?

Faith drew back from the bed. "I wish you'd let me see you wish once onyour bowl before I go away, " she said. 

"How silly, " returned Gladys. "Do you suppose I believe in such things? Youcan wish on it yourself, if you like. "

"Oh, that wouldn't be any use, " returned Faith eagerly, "because it onlyworks for the one it belongs to. "

"Perhaps you wouldn't like to have me make a wish and get it, " saidGladys, thinking of the baby prince's lovely polished tints and bewitchinglittle tail. 

"Yes, I would. I'd _love_ to. Do, Gladys, do, and see what happens. "

Gladys curved her lips scornfully, but the strong wish sprang in herthought, and with a careless movement she pulled off the silver cover. 

Her mouth fell open and her eyes grew as big as possible; for she hadwished for the prince, and there he was, creeping about in the bowl andlifting his little head in wonder at his surroundings. 

"Why, Faith!" was all she could say. "Where did it come from?"

"The brook, of course, " returned Faith, clapping her hands in delight ather cousin's amazement. "Take him out and let's see whether he's red orplain ivory underneath. "

"Will he scrabble?" asked Gladys doubtfully. 

"No-o, " laughed Faith. 

So the little city girl took up the turtle and lo, he was as beautiful ared as the one of the afternoon. 

"Isn't he lovely!" she exclaimed, not quite liking to look her cousin inthe eyes. "Where shall I put him for to-night?"

"We'll put a little water in your wash-bowl, not much, for they are sosmart about climbing out. "

Ellen, also, was gazing at the royal infant. "He is a pretty little thing, "she said, "but for pity's sake, Faith, fix it so he won't get on to my barefeet!"

Later, when they were alone and Ellen kissed Gladys good-night, she lookedclosely into her eyes "Now you're happier, I suppose, " she said. 

"Of course. Won't he be cunning in my aquarium?" asked Gladys, returningher look triumphantly. 

"Yes. " Vera was in bed, also, and to please the child, Ellen stooped andkissed the doll's forehead, too. "God be good, " she said gently, "to thepoor little girl who gets everything she wants!"

A few minutes after the light was out and Ellen had gone, Gladys pulledVera nearer to her. "Wasn't that a silly sort of thing for Ellen to say?"she asked. 

"I don't think so, " returned Vera. 

Gladys drew back. "Did you answer me?" she said. 

"Certainly I did. "

"Then you really can talk!" exclaimed Gladys joyfully. 

"At night I can, " said Vera. 

"Oh, I'm so glad. I'm so glad!" and Gladys hugged her. 

"I'm not so sure that you will be, " returned Vera coolly. 

"Why not?"

"Because I have to speak the truth. You know my name is Vera. "

"Well, I should hope so. Did you suppose I wouldn't want you to speak thetruth?" Gladys laughed. 

"Yes. You don't hear it very often, and you may not like it. "

"Why, what a thing to say!"

"Ellen tries, sometimes, but you won't listen. "

Gladys kept still and her companion proceeded:

"She knows all the toys and books and clothes and pets that you have athome, and she sees you forgetting all of them because Faith has just onething pretty enough for you to wish for. "

By this time Gladys had found her tongue. "You're just as impolite as youcan be, Vera!" she exclaimed. 

"Of course. You always think people are impolite who tell you the truth;but I explained to you that I have to. Who was impolite when you rocked theboat, although Ernest asked you not to?"

"He was as silly as he could be to think there was any danger. Don't yousuppose I know enough not to rock it too far? And then think how impolitehe was to say right out that he would save Faith instead of me if we fellinto the water. I can tell you my father would lock him up in prison if hedidn't save me. "

"Well, you aren't so precious to anybody else, " returned Vera. "Why wouldpeople want a girl around who thinks only of herself and what she wants. I'm sure Faith and Ernest will draw a long breath when you get on the carsto go back. "

"Oh, I don't believe they will, " returned Gladys, ready to cry. 

"What have you done to make them glad you came? You didn't bring themanything, although you knew they couldn't have many toys, and it wasbecause you were so busy thinking how much lovelier your doll was thananything Faith could have. Then the minute Faith found one nice thing"--

"Don't say that again, " interrupted Gladys. "You've said it once. "

"You behaved so disagreeably that she had to give it to you. "

"You have no right to talk so. The prince came up from the brook, Faithsaid so. "

"Oh, she was playing a game with you and she knew you understood. It isn'tpleasant to have to say such things to you, Gladys, but I'm Vera and I haveto--I shouldn't think you could lift your head up and look Faith and Ernestin the face to-morrow morning. What must Ernest think of you!"

Gladys's cheeks were very hot. "Didn't you see how glad Faith was when shegave--I mean when I found the prince in the bowl? I guess you haven't readwhat it says on that silver cover or you wouldn't talk so. "

"Oh, yes, I have. That's truth, too, but you haven't found it out yet. "

"Well, I wish I had brought them something, " said Gladys, after a littlepause. "Why, " with a sudden thought, "there's the wishing-bowl. I'll getsomething for them right now!"

She jumped out of bed, and striking a match, lighted the candle. Verafollowed her, and as Gladys seated herself on one side of the little tablethat held the silver bowl, Vera climbed into a chair on the other side. Gladys looked into her eyes thoughtfully while she considered. She wouldgive Faith something so far finer than the baby prince that everybody wouldpraise her for her generosity, and no one would remember that she had everbeen selfish. Ah, she knew what she would ask for!

"For Faith first, " she said, addressing Vera, then looking at the glintingbowl she silently made her wish, then with eager hand lifted off the cover. 

Ah! Ah! What did she behold! A charming little bird, whose plumage changedfrom purple to gold in the candle light, stood on a tiny golden stand atthe bottom of the bowl. 

Gladys lifted it out, and as soon as it stood on her hand, it began towarble wonderfully, turning its head from side to side like some she hadseen in Switzerland when she was there with her mother. 

"Oh, Vera, isn't it _sweet_!" she cried in delight. 

"Beautiful!" returned Vera, smiling and clapping her little hands. 

When the song ceased Gladys looked thoughtful again. "I don't think it's avery appropriate present for Faith, " she said, "and I've always wanted one, but we could never find one so pretty in our stores. "

Vera looked at her very soberly. 

"Now you just stop staring at me like that, Vera. I guess it's mine, and Ihave a right to keep it if I can think of something that would please Faithbetter. Now let me see. I must think of something for Ernest. I'll justgive him something so lovely that he'll wish he'd bitten his tongue beforehe spoke so to me in the boat. "

Gladys set the singing bird in her lap, fixed her eyes on the bowl, andagain decided on a wish. 

Taking off the cover, a gold watch was seen reposing on the bottom of thebowl. "That's it, that's what I wished for!" she cried gladly, and she tookout the little watch, which was a wonder. On its side was a fine engravingof boys and girls skating on a frozen pond. Gladys's bright eyes caughtsight of a tiny spring, which she touched, and instantly a fairy bellstruck the hour and then told off the quarters and minutes. 

"Oh, it's a repeater like uncle Frank's!" she cried, "and so small, too!Mother said I couldn't have one until I was grown up. Won't she besurprised! I don't mean to tell her for ever so long where I got it. "

"I thought it was for Ernest, " remarked Vera quietly. 

"Why, Vera, " returned the child earnestly, "I should think you'd see thatno boy ought to have a watch like that. If it was a different _kind_ I'dgive it to him, of course. "

"Yes, if it wasn't pretty and had nothing about it that you liked, you'dgive it to him, I suppose; and if the bird couldn't sing, and had dark, broken feathers so that no child would care about it, you'd give it toFaith, no doubt. "

Gladys felt her face burn. She knew this was the truth, but oh, theentrancing bird, how could she see it belong to another? How could sheendure to see Ernest take from his pocket this watch and show people itswonders!

"Selfishness is a cruel thing, " said Vera. "It makes a person think she canhave a good time being its slave until all of a sudden the person finds outthat she has chains on that cannot be broken. You think you can't breakthat old law of selfishness that makes it misery to you to see anotherchild have something that you haven't. Poor, unhappy Gladys!"

"Oh, but this bird, Vera!" Gladys looked down at the little warbler. Whatdid she see! A shriveled, sorry, brown creature, its feathers broken. Shelifted it anxiously. No song was there. Its poor little beady eyes weredull. 

She dropped it in disgust and again picked up the watch. What had happenedto it? The cover was brass, the picture was gone. Pushing the spring had noeffect. 

"Oh, Faith and Ernest can have them now!" cried Gladys. Presto! in aninstant bird and watch had regained every beauty they had lost, andtwinkled and tinkled upon the astonished child's eyes and ears until shecould have hugged them with delight; but suddenly great tears rolled fromher eyes, for she had a new thought. 

"What does this mean, Vera? Will they only be beautiful for Faith andErnest?"

"You asked for them to enjoy the blessing of giving, you know, not to keepfor yourself. Beside, they showed a great truth when they grew dull. "

"How?" asked Gladys tearfully. 

"That is the way they would look to you in a few months, after you grewtired of them; for it is the punishment of the selfish, spoiled child, thather possessions disgust her after a while. There is only one thing thatlives, and remains bright, and brings us happiness, --that is thoughtfullove for others. There's nothing else, Gladys, there is nothing else. I amVera. "

"And I have none of it, none!" cried the unhappy child, and rising, shethrew herself upon the bed, broken-hearted, and sobbed and sobbed. 

Ellen heard her and came in from the next room. 

"What is it, my lamb, what is it?" she asked, approaching the bedanxiously. 

"Oh, Ellen, I can't tell you. I can never tell you!" wailed the child. 

"Well, move over, dearie. I'll push Vera along and there'll be room for usall. There, darling, come in Ellen's arms and forget all about it. "

Gladys cuddled close, and after a few more catches in her breath, she sleptsoundly. 

When she wakened, the sunlight was streaming through the plain room, gilding everything as it had done in her rose and white bower yesterday athome. Ellen was moving about, all dressed. Gladys turned over and looked atVera, pretty and innocent, her eyes closed and her lips parted over littlewhite teeth. The child came close to the doll. The wonderful dream returnedvividly. 

"Your name is Vera. You had to, " she whispered, and closed her eyes. 

"How is the baby prince?" she asked, after a minute, jumping out of bed. 

"He's lively, but I expect he's as hungry as you are. What's he going tohave?"

"Meat, " replied Gladys, looking admiringly at the pretty little creature. 

"I brought in my wash-bowl for your bath. I suppose princes can't bedisturbed, " said Ellen. 

While she buttoned Gladys's clothes, the little girl looked at the silverbowl, and the chairs where she and Vera had sat last night in her dream. She even glanced about to see some sign of watch and bird, but could notfind them. How busily her thoughts were working!

Sensible Ellen said nothing of bad dreams; and by the time Gladys wentdownstairs, her face looked interested and happy. After all, it wasn't asthough there wasn't any God to help a person, and she had said a veryfervent prayer, with her nose buried in Vera's golden curls, before shejumped out of bed. 

She had the satin shell of the baby prince in her hand. He had drawn intoit because he was very uncertain what was going to happen to him; butGladys knew. 

She said good-morning to her cousins so brightly that Faith was pleased;but pretty as she looked, smiling, Ernest saw the prince in her hand andwas more offended with her than ever. 

"I want to thank you, Faith, " she said, "for letting the baby stay in myroom all night. I had the most fun watching him while I was dressing. "

She put the little turtle into her cousin's hand. 

"Oh, but I gave him to you, " replied Faith earnestly. 

"After you hunted for him for two summers, I couldn't be so mean as to takehim. I'm just delighted you found him, Faith, " and Gladys had a very happymoment then, for she found she _was_ happy. "Let's give him some bits ofmeat. "

"She's all right, " thought Ernest, with a swift revulsion of feeling, andhe was as embarrassed as he was astonished when his cousin turned suddenlyto him:--

"If you'll take me in the boat again, " she said, "I won't rock. I'm sorry Idid. "

"It _is_ a fool trick, " blurted out Ernest, "but you're all right, Gladys. I'll take you anywhere you want to go. "

Ellen had heard this conversation. Later in the morning she was alone for aminute with Gladys, and the little girl said:--

"Don't you think it would be nice, Ellen, when we get home, to make up abox of pretty things and send to Faith and Ernest?"

"I do, that, " replied the surprised Ellen. 

"I'm going to ask mother if I can't send them my music-box. They haven'tany piano. "

"Why, you couldn't get another, Gladys. "

"I don't care, " replied the child firmly. "It would be so nice for eveningsand rainy days. " She swallowed, because she had not grown tired of themusic box. 

Ellen put her hands on the little girl's brow and cheeks and remembered thesobbing in the night. "Do you feel well, Gladys?" she asked, with concern. This unnatural talk alarmed her. 

"I never felt any better, " replied the child. 

"Well, I wouldn't say anything to them about the music-box, dearie. "

Gladys smiled. "I know. You think I'd be sorry after I let it go; but if Iam I'll talk with Vera. "

Ellen laughed. "Do you think it will always be enough for you to hear hersay 'Ma-ma, Pa-pa?'" she asked. 

Gladys smiled and looked affectionately at her good friend; but her lipsclosed tightly together. Ellen knew all that Vera did; but the nurse lovedher still! The child was to have many a tussle with the hard mistress whosechains she had worn all her short life, but Truth had spoken, and she hadheard; and Love was coming to help in setting her free. 

CHAPTER XIII

A HEROIC OFFER

Jewel told her grandfather the tale of The Talking Doll while they walkedtheir horses through a favorite wood-road, Mr. Evringham keeping his eyeson the animated face of the story-teller. His own was entirely impassive, but he threw in an exclamation now and then to prove his undividedattention. 

"_You_ know it's more blessed to give than to receive, don't you, grandpa?"added Jewel affectionately, as she finished; "because you're giving thingsto people all the time, and nobody but God can give you anything. "

"I don't know about that, " returned the broker. "Have you forgotten theyellow chicken you gave me?"

"No, " returned Jewel seriously; "but I've never seen anything since that Ithought you would care for. "

Mr. Evringham nodded. "I think, " he said confidentially, "that you havegiven me something pretty nice in your mother. Do you know, I'm very gladthat she married into our family. "

"Yes, indeed, " replied Jewel, "so am I. Just supposing I had had some othergrandpa!"

The two shook their heads at one another gravely. There were somesituations that could not be contemplated. 

"Why do you suppose I can't find any turtles in my brook?" asked the child, after a short pause. "Mother says perhaps they like meadows better thanshady ravines. "

"Perhaps they do; but, " and the broker nodded knowingly, "there's anotherreason. "

"Why, grandpa, why?" asked Jewel eagerly. 

"Oh, Nature is such a neat housekeeper!"

"Why, turtles must be lovely and clean. "

"Yes, I know; and if Summer would just let the brook alone you might find ababy turtle for Anna Belle. "

"She'd love it. Her eyes nearly popped out when mother was telling aboutit. "

"Well, there it is, you see. Now I'd be ashamed to have you see that brookin August, Jewel. " Mr. Evringham slapped the pommel of his saddle toemphasize the depth of his feelings. 

"Why, what happens?"

"Dry--as--a--bone!"

"It _is_?"

"Yes, indeed. We shan't have been long at the seashore when Summer willhave drained off every drop of water in that brook. "

"What for?"

"House-cleaning, of course. I suppose she scrubs out and sweeps out the bedof that brook before she'll let a bit of water come in again. "

"Well, she _is_ fussy, " laughed Jewel. "Even Mrs. Forbes wouldn't do that. "

"I ask you, " pursued Mr. Evringham, "what would the turtles do while thewar was on?"

"Why, they couldn't live there, of course. Well, we won't be here while theravine is empty of the brook, will we, grandpa? I shouldn't like to seeit. "

"No, we shall be where there's 'water, water everywhere. ' Even Summer won'tattempt to houseclean the bottom of the sea. "

Jewel thought a minute. "I wish she wouldn't do that, " she said wistfully;"because turtles would be fun, wouldn't they, grandpa?"

Mr. Evringham regarded her quizzically. "I see what you want me to do, " hereplied. "You want me to give up Wall Street and become the owner of amenagerie, so you can have every animal that was ever heard of. "

Jewel smiled and shook her head. "I don't believe I do yet. We'll have towait till everybody loves to be good. "

"What has that to do with it?"

"Then the lions and tigers will be pleasant. "

"Will they, indeed?" Mr. Evringham laughed. "All those good people won'tshut them up in cages then, I fancy. "

"No, I don't believe they will, " replied Jewel. 

"But about those turtles, " continued her grandfather. "How would you likeit next spring for me to get some for you for the brook?"

Jewel's eyes sparkled. "Wouldn't that be the most _fun_?" shereturned, --"but then there's summer again, " she added, sobering. 

"What's the reason that we couldn't drive with them to the nearest riverbefore the brook ran dry?"

"Perhaps we could, " replied Jewel hopefully "Doesn't mother tell the_nicest_ stories, grandpa?"

"She certainly does; and some of the most wonderful you don't hear at all. She tells them to me after you have gone to bed. "

"Then you ought to tell them to me, " answered Jewel, "just the way I tellmine to you. "

Mr. Evringham shook his head. "They probably wouldn't make you open youreyes as wide as I do mine; you're used to them. They're Christian Sciencestories. Your mother has been treating my rheumatism, Jewel. What do youthink of that?"

"Oh, I'm glad, " replied the child heartily, "because then you've asked herto. "

"How do you know I have?"

"Because she wouldn't treat you if you hadn't, and mother says when peopleare willing to ask for it, then that's the beginning of everything good forthem. You know, grandpa, " Jewel leaned toward him lovingly and addedsoftly, "you know even _you_ have to meet mortal mind. "

"I shouldn't wonder, " responded the broker dryly. 

"And it's so proud, and hates to give up so, " said Jewel. 

"I'm an old dog, " returned Mr. Evringham. "Teaching me new tricks is goingto be no joke, but your mother undertakes it cheerfully. I'm reading thatbook, 'Science and Health;' and she says I may have to read it throughthree times before I get the hang of it. "

"I don't believe you will, grandpa, because it's just as _plain_, " said thechild. 

"You'll help me, Jewel?"

"Yes, indeed I will;" the little girl's face was radiant. "And won't Mr. Reeves be glad to see you coming to church with us?"

"I don't know whether I shall ever make Mr. Reeves glad in that way or not. I'm doing this to try to understand something of what you and your motherare so sure of, and what has made a man of your father. More than that, ifthere is any eternity for us, I propose to stick to you through it, and itmay be more convenient to study here than off in some dim no-man's-land inthe hereafter. If I remain ignorant, who can tell but the Power that Iswill whisk you away from me by and by. "

Jewel gathered the speaker's meaning very well, and now she smiled at himwith the look he loved best; all her heart in her eyes. "He wouldn't. Godisn't anybody to be afraid of, " she said. 

"Why, it tells us all through the Bible to fear God. "

"Yes, of course it tells us to fear to trouble the One who loves us thebest of all. Just think how even you and I would fear to hurt one another, and God is keeping us _alive_ with _his_ love!"

Half an hour afterward their horses cantered up the drive toward the house. Mrs. Evringham was seated on the piazza, sewing. Her husband had sent thesummer wardrobe promptly, and she wore now a thin blue gown that lookedcharmingly comfortable. 

"Genuine!" thought her father-in-law, as he came up the steps and met asmiling welcome from her clear eyes. He liked the simple manner in whichshe dressed her hair. He liked her complexion, and carriage, and voice. 

"I don't know but that you have the better part here on the piazza, it isso warm, " he said, "but I have been thinking of you rather remorsefullythis afternoon, Julia. These excursions of Jewel's and mine are growing toseem rather selfish. Have you ever learned to ride?"

"Never, and I don't wish to. Please believe how supremely content I am. "

"My carriages are small. It is so long since I've had a family. When wereturn I shall get one that will hold us all. "

"Oh, yes, grandpa, " cried Jewel enthusiastically. "You and I on the frontseat, driving, and mother and father on the back seat. "

"Well, we have more than two months to decide how we shall sit. I fancy itwill oftener be your father and mother in the phaeton and you and I on ournoble steeds, eh, Jewel?"

"Yes, I think so, too, " she returned seriously. 

Mr. Evringham smiled slightly at his daughter. "The occasions when wediffer are not numerous enough to mention, " he remarked. 

"I hope it may always be so, " she replied, going on with her work. 

"This looks like moving, " observed the broker, wiping his forehead with hispocket-handkerchief and looking about on the still, green scene. "I thinkwe had better plan to go to the shore next week. "

Julia smiled and sighed. "Very well, but any change seems as if it might befor the worse, " she said. 

"Then you've never tried summer in New Jersey, " he responded. "I hear youare a great story-teller, Julia. If I should wear some large bows behind myears, couldn't I come to some of these readings?"

As no laugh from Jewel greeted this sally, he looked down at her. She wasgazing off wistfully. 

"What is it, Jewel?" he asked. 

"I was wondering if it wouldn't seem a long time to Essex Maid and Starwithout us!"

"Dear me, dear me, how little you do know those horses!" and the brokershook his head. 

"Why, grandpa? Will they like it?"

"Do you suppose for one minute that you could make them stay at home?"

"Are they going with us, grandpa?" Jewel began to hop joyfully, but herhabit interfered. 

"Certainly. They naturally want to see what sort of bits and bridles arebeing worn at the seashore this year. "

"Do you realize what unfashionable people you are proposing to take, yourself, father?" asked Julia. She was visited by daily doubts in thisregard. 

The broker returned her glance gravely. "Have you ever seen Jewel's silkdress?" he asked. 

The child beamed at him. "She _made_ it!" she announced triumphantly. 

"Then you must know, " said Mr. Evringham, "that it would save any socialsituation. "

Julia laughed over her sewing. "My machine came to-day, " she said. "I meantto make something a little fine, but if we go in a few days"--

"Don't think of it, " replied the host hastily. "You are both all right. Idon't want you to see a needle. I'm sorry you are at it now. "

"But I like it. I really do. "

"I'm going to take you to the coolest place on Long Island, but not to themost fashionable. "

"That is good news, " returned Julia, "Run along, Jewel, and dress fordinner. "

"In one minute, " put in Mr. Evringham. "She and I wish your opinion ofsomething first. "

He disappeared for a moment into the house and came back with a flatpackage which Jewel watched with curious eyes while he untied the string. 

Silently he placed a photograph in his daughter's lap while the childleaned eagerly beside her. 

"Why, why, how good!" exclaimed Mrs. Evringham, and Jewel's eyes glistened. 

"Isn't grandpa's nose just splendid!" she said fervently. 

"Why, father, this picture will be a treasure, " went on Julia. Color hadrisen in her face. 

The photograph showed Jewel standing beside her grandfather seated, and herarm was about his neck. It was such a natural attitude that she had takenit while waiting for the photographer to be ready. The daisy-wreathed hathung from her hand, and she had not known when the picture was taken. Itwas remarkably lifelike, and the broker regarded it with a satisfactionnone the less keen because he let the others do all the talking. 

"And now we don't need it, grandpa, " said the child. 

"Oh, indeed we do!" exclaimed the mother; and Jewel, catching hergrandfather's eyes, lifted her shoulders. What did her mother know oftheir secret!

Mr. Evringham smoothed his mustache. "No harm to have it, Jewel, " hereplied, nodding at her. "No harm; a very good plan, in fact; for Isuppose, even to oblige me, you can't refrain from growing up. And next wemust get Star's picture, with you on his back. "

"But you weren't on Essex Maid's, " objected Jewel. 

"We'll have it taken both ways, then. It's best always to be on the safeside. "

From this day on there was no more chance for Jewel to hear a tale in theStory Book, until the move to the seashore was accomplished, for hotweather had evidently come to stay in Bel-Air Park. Mrs. Evringham feltloath to leave its green, still loveliness and her large shady rooms; butthe New Jerseyite's heat panic had seized upon her father-in-law, and hepushed forward the preparations for flight. 

"I can't pity you for remaining here, " Julia said to Mrs. Forbes on themorning of departure. 

"No, ma'am, you don't need to, " returned the housekeeper. "Zeke and I aregoing off on trips, and we, calculate to have a pretty good time of it. I've been wanting to speak to you, Mrs. Evringham, about a businessmatter, " continued Mrs. Forbes, her manner indicating that she hadconstrained herself to make an effort. "Mr. Evringham tells me you and Mr. Harry are to make your home with him. It's a good plan, " emphatically, "asright as right can be; for what he would do without Jewel isn't easy tothink of; but it's given me a lot to consider. I won't be necessary hereany more, " the housekeeper tried to conceal what the statement cost her. She endeavored to continue, but could not, and Julia saw that she did nottrust her voice. 

"Mr. Evringham has not said that, I am sure, " she returned. 

"No, and he never would; but that shouldn't prevent my doing right. You cantake care of him and his house now, and I wanted to tell you that I seethat, plainly, and am willing to go when you all come back. I shall haveplenty of time this summer to turn around and make my plans. There'splenty of work in this world for willing hands to do, and I'm a long wayoff from being worn out yet. "

"I'm so glad you spoke about this before we left, " replied Mrs. Evringham, smiling on the brave woman. "Father has said nothing to me about it, and Iam certain he would as soon dispense with one of the supports of the houseas with you. We all want to be busy at something, and I have a glimmeringidea of what my work is to be; and I think it is not housekeeping. I shouldbe glad to have our coming disturb father's habits as little as possible, and certainly neither you or I should be the first to speak of any change. "

Mrs. Forbes bit her lip. "Well, " she returned, "you see I knew it wouldcome hard on him to ask me to go, and I wanted you both to know that I'dsee it reasonably. "

"It was good of you, " said Julia; "and that is all we ever need to be sureof--just that we are willing to be led, and then, while we look to God, everything will come right. " The housekeeper drank in the sweet expressionof the speaker's eyes, and smiled, a bit unsteadily. "Of course I'd ratherstay, " she replied. "Transplanting folks is as hard and risky as trees. Youcan't ever be sure they'll flourish in the new ground; but I want to doright. I've been reading some in Zeke's book, 'Science and Health, ' andthere was one sentence just got hold of me:[1] 'Self-love is more opaquethan a solid body. In patient obedience to a patient God, let us labor todissolve with the universal solvent of Love the adamant oferror--self-will, self-justification, and self-love!' Jewel's helped me todissolve enough so I could face handing over the keys of this house to hermother. I'm not saying I could have offered them to everybody. "

[Footnote 1: _S. And H. _, page 242. ]

Mrs. Evringham smiled. "Thank you. I hope it isn't your duty to give them, nor mine to take them. We'll leave all that to father. My idea is that hewould send us all back to Chicago rather than give you up--his right hand. "

Mrs. Forbes's face relaxed, and she breathed more freely than for manydays. As she took her way out to the barn to report this conversation toZeke, her state of mind agreed with that of her employer when he declaredhis pleasure that Julia had married into the family. 

CHAPTER XIV

ROBINSON CRUSOE

A long stretch of white, fine sandy beach, packed hard; an orderlyprocession of waves, each one breaking in seething, snowy foam that ran orcrept after a child's bare feet as she skipped back and forth, playing withthem; that was Long Island to Jewel. 

Of course there was a village and on its edge a dear, clean old farmhousewhere they all lived, and in whose barn Essex Maid and Star found stables. Then there were rides every pleasant day, over cool, rolling country, andwoods where one was as liable to find shells as flowers. There were wide, flat fields of grain, above which the moon sailed at night; each spot hadits attraction, but the beach was the place where Jewel found the greatestjoy; and while Mr. Evringham, in the course of his life, had taken part tothe full in the social activities of a summer resort where men are usuallyscarce and proportionately prized, it can be safely said that he now setout upon the most strenuous vacation of his entire career. 

It was his habit in moments of excitement or especial impressiveness toaddress his daughter-in-law as "madam, " and on the second morning aftertheir arrival, as she was sitting on the sand, viewing the greatbottle-green rollers that marched unendingly landward, she noticed herfather-in-law and Jewel engaged in deep discussion, where they stood, between her and the water. 

Mr. Evringham had just come to the beach, and the incessant noise of thewaves made eavesdropping impossible; but his gestures and Jewel's repliesroused her curiosity. The child's bathing-suit was dripping, and her pinktoes were submerged by the rising tide, when her grandfather seized herhand and led her back to where her mother was sitting. 

"Madam, " he said, "this child mustn't overdo this business. She tells meshe has been splashing about for some time, already. "

"And I'm not a bit cold, mother, " declared Jewel. 

"H'm. Her hands are like frogs' paws, madam. I can see she is a perfectwater-baby and will want to be in the waves continually. She says you areperfectly willing. Then it is because you are ignorant. She should go inonce a day, madam, once a day. "

"Oh, grandpa!" protested Jewel, "not even wade?"

"We'll speak of that later; but put on your bathing-suit once a day only. "

Mr. Evringham looked down at the glowing face seriously. Jewel lifted herwet shoulders and returned his look. 

"Put it on in the morning, then, and keep it on all day?" she suggested, smiling. 

"At the proper hour, " he went on, "the bathing master is here. Then youwill go in, and your mother, I hope. "

"And you, too, grandpa?"

"Yes, and I'll teach you to jump the waves. I taught your father in thisvery place when he was your age. "

"Oh, goody!" Jewel jumped up and down on the warm sand. "What fun it musthave been to be your little boy!" she added. 

Mr. Evringham refrained from looking at his daughter-in-law. He suspectedthat she knew better. 

"Look at all this white sand, " he said. "This was put here for babies likeyou to play with. Old ocean is too big a comrade for you. "

"I just love the foam, " returned the child wistfully, "and, oh, grandpa, "eagerly, "I tasted of it and it's as _salt_!"

Mr. Evringham smiled, looking at his daughter. 

"Yes, " said Julia. "Jewel has gone into Lake Michigan once or twice, and Ithink she was very much surprised to find that the Atlantic did not tastethe same. "

"Sit down here, " said Mr. Evringham, "and I'll show you what your fatherused to like to do twenty-five years ago. "

Jewel sat down, with much interest, and watched the speaker scoop out ashallow place in the sand and make a ring about it. 

"There, do you see these little hoppers?"

Julia was looking on, also. "Aren't they cunning, Jewel?" she exclaimed. "Exactly like tiny lobsters. "

"Only they're white instead of red, " replied the child, and her grandfathersmiled and caught one of the semi-transparent creatures. 

"Lobsters are green when they're at home, " he said. "It's only in our homesthat they turn red. "

"Really?"

"Yes. There are a number of things you have to learn, Jewel. The ocean is asplendid playmate, but rough. That is one of the things for you toremember. "

"But I can wade, can't I? I want to build so many things that the waterruns up into. "

"Certainly, you can take off your shoes and stockings when it's warmenough, as it is this morning, if your mother is willing you should drabbleyour skirts; but keep your dress on and then you won't forget yourself. "

Jewel leaned toward the speaker affectionately. "Grandpa, you know I'm apretty big girl. I'll be nine the first of September. "

"Yes, I know that. "

"Beside, you're going to be with me all the time, " she went on. 

"H'm. Well, now see these sand-fleas race. "

"Oh, are they sand-fleas? Just wait for Anna Belle. " The child reached overto where the doll was gazing, fascinated, at the advancing, roaringbreakers. 

Her boa and plumed hat had evidently been put away from the moths. She worea most becoming bathing costume of blue and white, and a coquettish silkhandkerchief was knotted around her head. It was evident that, in commonwith some other summer girls, she did not intend to wet her fetchingbathing-suit, and certainly it would be a risk to go into the water wearingthe necklace that now sparkled in the summer sun. 

"Come here, dearie, and see the baby lobsters, " said Jewel, holding herchild carefully away from her own glistening wetness, and seating heragainst Mrs. Evringham's knee. 

"If lobsters could hop like this, " said Mr. Evringham, "they would beshooting out of the ocean like dolphins. Now you choose one, Jewel, andwe'll see which wins the race. We're going to place them in the middle ofthe ring, and watch which hops first outside the circle. "

Jewel chuckled gleefully as she caught one. "Oh, mother, aren't his eyesfunny! He looks as _surprised_ all the time. Now hop, dearie, " she added, as she placed him beside the one Mr. Evringham had set down. "Which do youguess, Anna Belle? She guesses grandpa's will beat. "

"Well, I guess yours, Jewel, " said her mother; but scarcely were the wordsspoken when Anna Belle's prophecy was proved correct by the airy bound withwhich one of the fleas cleared the barrier while Jewel's choice stillremained transfixed. They all laughed except Anna Belle, who only smiledcomplacently. 

Jewel leaned over her staring protégée. "If I only knew _what_ you were sosurprised at, dearie, I'd explain it to you, " she said. Then she gentlypushed the creature, and it sped, tardily, over the border. 

They pursued this game until the bathing-suit was dry; then Mr. Evringhamyawned. "Ah, this bright air makes me sleepy. Haven't you something you canread to us, Julia?"

"Yes, yes, " cried Jewel, "she brought the story-book. "

"But I didn't realize it would be so noisy. I could never read aloudagainst this roaring. "

"Oh, we'll go back among the dunes. That's easy, " returned Mr. Evringham. 

"You don't want to hear one of these little tales, father, " said Julia, flushing. 

"Why, he just loves them, " replied Jewel earnestly. "I've told them all tohim, and he's just as _interested_. "

Mrs. Evringham did not doubt this, and she and the broker exchanged a lookof understanding, but he smiled. 

"I'll be very good if you'll let me come, " he said. "I forgot the ribbonbows, but perhaps you'd let me qualify by holding Anna Belle. Run and getinto your clothes, Jewel, and I'll find a nice place by that dune overyonder. "

Fifteen minutes afterward the little party were comfortably ensconced inthe shade of the sand hill whose sparse grasses grew tall about them. 

Jewel began pulling on them. "You'll never pull those up, " remarked Mr. Evringham. "I believe their roots go down to China. I've heard so. "

"Anna Belle and I will dig sometime and see, " replied Jewel, muchinterested. 

"There are only two stories left, " said Mrs. Evringham, who was runningover the pages of the book. 

"And let grandpa choose, won't you?" said Jewel. 

"Oh, yes, " and the somewhat embarrassed author read the remaining titles. 

"I choose Robinson Crusoe, of course, " announced Mr. Evringham. "This is anappropriate place to read that. I dare say by stretching our necks a littlewe could see his island. "

"Well, this story is a true one, " said Julia. "It happened to the childrenof some friends of mine, who live about fifty miles from Chicago. " Thenshe began to read as follows:--

ROBINSON CRUSOE

"I guess I shall like Robinson Crusoe, mamma!" exclaimed Johnnie Ford, rushing into his mother's room after school one day. 

"You would be an odd kind of boy if you did not, " replied Mrs. Ford, "andyet you didn't seem much pleased when your father gave you the book on yourbirthday. "

"Well, I didn't care much about it then, but Fred King says it is the beststory that ever was, and he ought to know; he rides to school in anautomobile. Say, when'll you read it to me? Do it now, won't you?"

"If what?" corrected Mrs. Ford. 

"Oh, if you please. You know I always mean it. "

"No, dear, I don't think I will. A boy nine years old ought to be able toread Robinson Crusoe for himself. "

Johnnie looked startled, and stood on one leg while he twisted the otheraround it. 

"If you have a pleasant object to work for, it will make it so much theeasier to study, " continued Mrs. Ford, as she handed Johnnie the blue bookwith a gold picture pressed into its side. 

Johnnie pouted and looked very cross. "It's a regular old trap, " he said. 

[Illustration: TRUDGING ALONG BEFORE HIM]

"Yes, dear, a trap to catch a student;" and pretty Mrs. Ford's low laughwas so contagious that Johnnie marched out of the room, fearing he mightsmile in sympathy; but he soon found that leaving the room was notescaping from the fascinating Crusoe. Up to this time Johnnie had nevertaken much interest in school-books beyond scribbling on their blankmargins. Was it really worth while, he wondered, "to buckle down" and learnto read? He knew just enough about the famous Crusoe to make him wish tolearn more, so he finally decided that it was worth while, if only toimpress Chips Wood, his next-door neighbor and playmate, a boy a yearyounger than himself, whom Johnnie patronized out of school hours. So heworked away until at last there came a proud day when he carried the blueand gold wonder book into Chips' yard, and, seated beside his friend on thepiazza step, began to read aloud the story of Robinson Crusoe. It would behard to tell which pair of eyes grew widest and roundest as the taleunfolded, and when Johnnie, one day, laid the book down, finished, twosighs of admiration floated away over Mrs. Wood's crocus bed. 

"Chips, I'd rather be Robinson Crusoe than a king!" exclaimed Johnnie. 

"So would I, " responded Chips. "Let's play it. "

"But we can't both be Crusoes. Wouldn't you like to be Friday?" askedJohnnie insinuatingly, "he was so nice and black. "

"Ye-yes, " hesitated Chips, who had great confidence in Johnnie's judgment, but whose fancy had been taken by the high cap and leggings in the goldenpicture. 

"Then I've got a plan, " and Johnnie leaned toward his friend's ear andwhispered something under cover of his hand, that opened the younger boy'seyes wider than ever. 

"Now you mustn't tell, " added Johnnie aloud, "'cause that wouldn't he likemen a hit. Promise not to, deed and double!"

"Deed and double!" echoed Chips solemnly, for that was a very bindingexpression between him and Johnnie. 

For several days following this, Mrs. Wood and Mrs. Ford were besieged bythe boys to permit them to earn money; and Mrs. Ford, especially, wasastonished at the way Johnnie worked at clearing up the yard, and suchother jobs as were not beyond his strength; but, inquire as she might intothe motive of all this labor, she could only discover that Chips andJohnnie wished to buy a hen. 

"Have you asked father if you might keep hens?" she inquired of Johnnie, but he only shook his head mysteriously. 

Chips' mother found him equally uncommunicative. She would stand at herwindow which overlooked the Fords' back yard, and watch the boys throwkindling into the shed, or sweep the paths, and wonder greatly in her ownmind. "Bless their little hearts, what can it all be about?" shequestioned, but she could not get at the truth. 

Suddenly the children ceased asking for jobs, and announced that they hadall the money they cared for. The day after this announcement was the firstof April. When Mr. Ford came home to dinner that day, he missed Johnnie. 

"I suppose some of his schoolmates have persuaded him to stay and sharetheir lunch, " explained Mrs. Ford. 

She had scarcely finished speaking when Mrs. Wood came in, inquiring forChips. "I have not seen him for two hours, " she said, "and I cannot helpfeeling a little anxious, for the children have behaved so queerly lately. "

"I know, " returned Mrs. Ford, beginning to look worried. "Why, do you know, Johnnie didn't play a trick on one of us this morning. I actually had toremind him that it was April Fools' Day. "

Mr. Ford laughed. "How woe-begone you both look! I think there is a verysimple explanation of the boys' absence. Chips probably went to school tomeet Johnnie, who has persuaded him to stay during the play hour. I willdrive around there on my way to business and send Chips home. "

The mothers welcomed this idea warmly; and in a short time Mr. Ford setout, but upon reaching the school was met with the word that Johnnie hadnot been seen there at all that morning. Then it was his turn to lookanxious. He drove about, questioning every one, until he finally obtained aclue at the meat market where he dealt. 

"Your little boy was in here this morning about half past ten, after a ham. He wouldn't have it charged; said 'twas for himself, " said the market-man, laughing at the remembrance. "He didn't have quite enough money to pay forit, but I told him I guessed that would be all right, and off they went, him and the little Wood boy, luggin' that ham most as big as they was. "

"Then they were together. Which way did they go?"

"Straight south, I know, 'cause I went to the door and watched 'em. Youhaven't lost 'em, have you?"

"I hope not, " and Mr. Ford sprang into his buggy, and drove off in thedirection indicated, occasionally stopping to inquire if the children hadbeen seen. To his great satisfaction he found it easy to trace them, thanksto the ham; and a little beyond the outskirts of the town he saw apromising speck ahead of him on the flat, white road. As he drew nearer, the speck widened and heightened into two little boys trudging along beforehim. His heart gave a thankful bound at sight of the dear little legs intheir black stockings and knee breeches, and leaving his buggy by the sideof the road, he walked rapidly forward and caught up with the boys, whoturned and faced him as he approached. Displeased as he was, Mr. Ford couldhardly resist a hearty laugh at the comical appearance of the runaways. Chips carried the big, heavy ham, and Johnnie was keeping firm hold of ahen, who stretched her neck and looked very uncomfortable in her quartersunder his arm. 

"Why, father!" exclaimed Johnnie, recovering from a short tussle with thepoor hen, "how funny that you should be here. "

"No stranger than that you should be here, I think. Where, if I have anyright to ask, are you going?"

"To Lake Michigan, " replied Johnnie composedly. "Oh, I do wish this old henwould keep still!"

"Then you have fifty miles before you, " said Mr. Lord. 

"Yes, sir, " replied Johnnie, "but it would have been a thousand miles tothe ocean, you know. "

"Ha, ha, ha!" roared Mr. Ford, mystified, but unable to control himself anylonger at sight of Johnnie and the hen, and patient-faced Chips clutchingthe ham. 

"I am glad you don't mind, father, " said Johnnie. "I thought it would be sonice for you and mother and Mrs. Wood not to have Chips and me to worryabout any more. "

"It was very thoughtful of you, " replied Mr. Ford, remembering the anxiousfaces at home. "And what are you going to do at Lake Michigan?"

"Take a boat and go away and get wrecked on a desert island, like RobinsonCrusoe, " responded Johnnie glibly, at the same time hitching the hen uphigher under his arm. 

"And how about Chips?"

"Oh, I'm Man Friday, " chirped Chips, his poor little face quite blackenough for the character. 

"I am so sorry we had to tell you so soon, " said Johnnie. "We were keepingit a secret until we got to the lake; then we were going to send you aletter. "

Mr. Ford looked gravely into his son's grimy face. It was an honest face, and Johnnie had always been a truthful boy, and just now seemed onlytroubled by the restless behavior of his hen; so the father rightlyconcluded that the blue and gold book had captivated him into the beliefthat what he and Chips were doing was admirable and heroic. 

"What part is the hen going to play?" asked the gentleman. "Is she going tohelp stock your island?"

"Oh, no, but we couldn't get along without her, because she's going to layeggs along the way. "

"Lay eggs?"

"Yes, for our lunch. At first we weren't going to take anything but thehen, but Chips said he liked ham and eggs better'n anything, so we decidedto take it. "

Another pause; then Mr. Ford said: "You both look tired, haven't you hadenough of it? I'm going home now. "

"No, no, " asserted the boys. 

"And have you thought of your mothers, whom you didn't even kiss good-by?"

Johnnie stood on one leg and twisted the other foot around it, after hismanner when troubled. 

"I thought you knew, Johnnie, that nothing ever turns out right when youundertake it without first consulting mother. "

"I wish now I'd kissed mine good-by, " observed Friday thoughtfully. 

"Come, we'll go back together, " said Mr. Ford quietly, moving off as hespoke, "and we will see what Mrs. Wood and mother have to say on thesubject. "

Johnnie and Chips followed slowly. "Father, " said the former emphatically, "I can't be happy without being wrecked, and I do hope mother won'tobject. "

His father made no reply to this, and three quarters of an hour afterwardthe children jumped out of the buggy into their mothers' arms, and as theystill clung to their lunch, the ham and the hen came in for a share of theembracing, which the hen objected to seriously, never having been huggedbefore this eventful day. 

"Never mind, mother, " said Johnnie patronizingly, "father'll tell you allabout it while I go and put Speckle in a safe place. " So the boys went, andMr. Ford seated himself in an armchair, and related the events of theafternoon to the ladies, adding some advice as to the manner of making theboys see the folly of their undertaking. 

Mrs. Wood and Chips took tea at the Fords' that evening, and the boys, oncedelivered from the necessity of keeping their secret, rattled onincessantly of their plans; talked so much and so fast, in fact, that theirparents were not obliged to say anything, which was a great convenience, asthey had nothing they wished to say just then. It had been a mild first ofApril, and after supper the little company sat out on the piazza for atime. 

"As Johnnie and Chips will be obliged to spend so many nights out of doorson their way to Lake Michigan, it will be an excellent plan to beginimmediately, " said Mr. Ford. "You'll like to spend the night out here, ofcourse, boys. To be sure, it will be a good deal more comfortable than theroad, still you can judge by it how such a life will suit you. "

Johnnie looked at Chips and Chips looked at Johnnie; for the exertions ofthe day had served to make the thought of their white beds very inviting;but Mr. Ford and the ladies talked on different subjects, and took nonotice of them. At last the evening air grew uncomfortably cool, and thegrown people rose to go in. 

"Good-night, all, " said Mrs. Wood, starting for home. 

Chips watched her down to the gate. "Aren't you going to kiss megood-night?" he called. 

"Of course, if you want me to, " she answered, turning back, "but you wentaway this morning without kissing me, you know. " Then she kissed him andwent away; and in all his eight years of life little Man Friday had neverfelt so forlorn. Johnnie held up his lips sturdily to bid his father andmother good-night. 

"I think we are going to have a thunder-storm, unseasonable as it will be, "remarked Mr. Ford pleasantly, standing in the doorway. "Well, I suppose youwon't mind it. Good luck to you, boys!" then the heavy front door closed. 

Johnnie had never before realized what a clang it made when it was shut. The key turned with a squeaking noise, a bolt was pushed with a solid thud;all the windows came banging down, their locks were made fast, and Johnnieand Chips felt literally, figuratively, and every other way left out in thecold. 

There was an uncomfortable silence for a minute; then Chips spoke. 

"Your house is splendid and safe, isn't it, Johnnie?"

"Yes, it is. "

"I wonder where we'd better lie down, " pursued Chips. "I'm sleepy. Let'splay we're Crusoe and Friday now. "

"Oh, we can't, " responded Johnnie impatiently, "not with so many com--" hewas going to say comforts, but changed his mind. 

The night was very dark, not a twinkling star peeped down at the children, and the naked branches of the climbing roses rattled against the pillars towhich they were nailed, for the wind was rising. 

The boys sat down on the steps and Chips edged closer to his companion. "Ithink it was queer actions in my mother, " he said, "to leave me herewithout any shawl or pillow or anything. "

A little chill crept over Johnnie's head from sleepiness and cold. "Ourmothers don't care what happens to us, " he replied gloomily. The stillnessof the house and the growing lateness of the hour combined to make him feelthat if being wrecked was more uncomfortable than this, he could, afterall, be happy without it. 

"What do you think?" broke in the shivering Man Friday. "Mamma says hamisn't good to eat if it isn't cooked. "

"And that's the meanest old hen that ever lived!" returned Crusoe. "Shehasn't laid an egg since I got her. "

A distant rumble sounded in the air. "What's that?" asked Chips. 

"Well, I should think you'd know that's thunder, " replied Johnnie crossly. 

"Oh, yes, " said little Chips meekly, "and we're going to get wet. "

They were both quiet for another minute, while the wind rose and swept bythem. 

"I really think, Johnnie, " began Chips apologetically, "that I'm not bigenough to be a good Man Friday. I think to-morrow you'd better findsomebody else. "

"No, indeed, " replied Johnnie feelingly. "I'd rather give up being wreckedthan go off with any one but you. If you give up, I shall. "

The rain began to patter down. 

"If you don't like to get wet, Chips, I'd just as lieves go and ring thebell as not, " he added. 

A sudden sweep of wind nearly tipped the children over, for they had risen, undecidedly. 

"No, " called Chips stoutly, to be heard above the blast. "I'll be Fridaytill to-morrow. " His last word sounded like a shout, for the wind suddenlydied. 

"What do you scream so for?" asked Johnnie impatiently; but the storm hadonly paused, as it were to get ready, and now approached swiftly, gatheringstrength as it came. It swept across the piazza, taking the children'sbreath away and bending the tall maple in front of the house with suchsudden fury that a branch snapped off; then the wind died in the distancewith a rushing sound and the breaking tree was illumined by a flash oflightning. 

"I think, Johnnie, " said Chips unsteadily, "that God wants us to go in thehouse. "

A peal of thunder roared. "I've just thought, " replied Johnnie, keeping hisbalance by clutching the younger boy as tightly as Chips was clinging tohim, "that perhaps it wasn't right for us to run off the way we did, without getting any advice. "

They strove with the wind only a few seconds more, then, with one accord, struggled to the door where one rang peal after peal at the bell, while theother pounded sturdily. 

Johnnie didn't stop then to wonder how his father could get downstairs toopen the door so quickly. Mrs. Ford, too, seemed to have been waiting forthe pair of heroes, and she took them straight to Johnnie's room, where sheundressed them in silence and rolled them into bed. They said their prayersand were asleep in two minutes, while the storm howled outside. Then, insome mysterious way, Mrs. Wood came into the room, and the three parentsstood watching the unconscious children. 

"That's the last of one trial with those boys, I'm sure, " said Mr. Ford, laughing, and he was right; for it was years before any one heard eitherJohnnie or Chips mention Robinson Crusoe or his Man Friday. 

CHAPTER XV

ST. VALENTINE

After that day when, on the lee side of the sand-dune the Evringham familyread together the story of Johnnie and Chips, it was some time before thelast tale in the story book was called for. 

The farmhouse where they boarded stood near a pond formed by the rushing inof the sea during some change in the sands of the beach, so here was stillanother water playmate for Jewel. 

"I do hope, " said Mr. Evringham meditatively, on the first morning that heand Jewel stood together on its green bank, "I do hope that very particularhousekeeper, Nature, will let this pond alone until we go!"

Jewel looked up at his serious face with the lines between the eyes. "Shewouldn't touch this great big pond, would she?" she asked. 

"Ho! Wouldn't she? Well, I guess so. "

"But, " suggested Jewel, lifting her shoulders, "she's too busy in summer inthe ravines and everywhere. "

"Oh, " Mr. Evringham nodded his head knowingly. "Nature looks out foreverything. "

"Grandpa!" Jewel's eyes were intent. "Would she ask Summer to touch thisgreat big pond? What would she want to do it for?"

"Oh, more house-cleaning, I suppose. "

The child chuckled as she looked out across the blue waves, rippling inthe wind and white-capped here and there, "When you know it's washed allthe _time_, grandpa, " she responded. "The waves are just scrubbing it now. Can't you see?"

"Yes, " the broker nodded gravely. "No doubt that is why she has to empty itso seldom. Sometimes she lets it go a very long time; but then the daycomes when she begins to think it over, and to calculate how much sedimentand one thing and another there is in the bottom of that pond; and at lastshe says, 'Come now, out it must go!'"

"But how can she get it out, how?" asked Jewel keenly interested. "Thebrooks are all running somewhere, but the pond doesn't. How can she dip itout? It would take Summer's hottest sun a year!"

"Yes, indeed, Nature is too clever to try that. The winds are her servants, you know, and they understand their business perfectly; so when she says'That pond needs to be cleaned out, ' they merely get up a storm some nightafter everybody's gone to bed. The people have seen the pond fine and fullwhen the sun went down. All that night the wind howls and the windowsrattle and the trees bend and switch around; and if those in the farmhouse, instead of being in bed, were over there on the beach, " the speaker wavedhis hand toward the shining white sand, distant, but in plain sight, "theymight see countless billows working for dear life to dig a trench throughthe hard sand. The wind sends one tremendous wave after another to helpthem, and as a great roller breaks and recedes, all the little crestedwaves scrabble with might and main, pulling at the softened sand, until, after hours of this labor, the cut is made completely through from sea topond. "

Mr. Evringham looked down and met the unwinking gaze fixed upon him. "Thenwhy--why, " asked Jewel, "when the big rollers keep coming, doesn't the pondget filled fuller than ever?"

The broker lifted his forefinger toward his face with a long drawn "Ah-h!Nature is much too clever for _that_. She may not have gone to college, butshe understands engineering, all the same. All this is accomplished just atthe right moment for the outgoing tide to pull at the pond with a mightyhand. Well, "--pausing dramatically, --"you can imagine what happens when thedeep cut is finished. "

"Does the pond have to go, grandpa?"

"It just does, and in a hurry!"

"Is it sorry, do you think?" asked Jewel doubtfully. 

"We-ell, I don't know that I ever thought of that side of it; but you canimagine the feelings of the people in the farmhouse, who went to bed besidethe ripples of a smiling little lake, and woke to find themselves near agreat empty bog. "

Jewel thought and sighed deeply. "Well, " she said, at last, "I hope Naturewill wait till we're gone. I love this pond. "

"Indeed I hope so, too. There wouldn't be any pleasant side to it. "

Jewel's thoughtful face brightened. "Except for the little fishes andwater-creatures that would rush out to sea. It's fun for _them_. Mustn'tthey be surprised when that happens, grandpa?"

"I should think so! Do you suppose the wind gives them any warning, or anytime to pack?"

Jewel laughed. "I don't know; but just think of rushing out into thosegreat breakers, when you don't expect it, right from living so quietly inthe pond!"

"H'm. A good deal like going straight from Bel-Air Park to Wall Street, Ishould think. "

Jewel grew serious. "I think fish have the most _fun_, " she said. "Do youknow, grandpa, I've decided that if I couldn't be your little grandchild, I'd rather be a lobster than anything. "

The broker threw up his head, laughing. "Some children could combine thetwo, " he replied, "but you can't. "

"What?" asked Jewel. 

"Nothing. Why not be a fish, Jewel? They're much more graceful. "

"But they can't creep around among the coral and peek into oyster shells atthe pearls. "

"Imagine a lobster peeking!" Mr. Evringham strained his eyes to theirwidest and stared at Jewel, who shouted. 

"That's just the way the sand-fleas look, " she exclaimed. 

"Well, " remarked the broker, recovering his ordinary expression, "you mayas well remain a little girl, so far as that goes. You can creep aroundamong the coral and peek at pearls at Tiffany's. "

"What's Tiffany's?"

"Something you will take more interest in when you're older. " The brokershook his head. "The difference is that the lobster wouldn't care to wearthe coral and pearls. An awful thought comes over me once in a while, Jewel, " he added, after a pause. 

The child looked up at him seriously. "It can be met, " she answeredquickly. 

He smiled. He understood her peculiar expressions in these days. "Hardly, Ithink, " he answered. "It is this: that you are going to grow up. "

Jewel looked off at the blue water. "Well, " she replied at last hopefully, "you're grown up, you know, and perhaps you'll like me then just as much asI do you. "

He squeezed the little hand he held. "We'll hope so, " he said. 

"And besides, grandpa, " she went on, for she had heard him express the samedread before, "we'll be together every day, so perhaps you won't notice it. Sometimes I've tried to see a flower open. I've known it was going to doit, and I've been just _bound_ I'd see it; and I've watched and watched, but I never could see when the leaves spread, no matter how much I tried, and yet it would get to be a rose, somehow. Perhaps some day somebody'llsay to you, 'Why, Jewel's a grown up lady, isn't she?' and you'll say, 'Isshe, really? Why, I hadn't noticed it. '"

"That's a comforting idea, " returned Mr. Evringham briefly, his eyesresting on the upturned face. 

"So now, if the pond won't run away, we'll have the most _fun_, " went onJewel, relieved. "They _said_ we could take this boat, grandpa, and have arow. " She lifted her shoulders and smiled. 

"H'm. A row and a swim combined, " returned the broker. "I'm surprisedthey've nothing better this year than that ramshackle boat. You'll have tobail if we go. "

"What's bail?" eagerly. 

"Dipping out the water with a tin cup. "

"Oh, that'll be fun. It'll be an adventure, grandpa, won't it?"

"I hope not, " earnestly, was the reply; but Jewel was already sitting onthe grass pulling off her shoes and stockings. She leaped nimbly into thewet boat, and Mr. Evringham stepped gingerly after her, seeking for dryspots for his canvas shoes. 

"I think, " said the child joyfully, as they pushed off, "when the winds andwaves notice us having so much fun, they'll let the pond alone, don't you?"

"If they have any hearts at all, " responded Mr. Evringham, bending to theoars. 

"Oh, grandpa, you can tell stories like any thing!" exclaimed Jeweladmiringly. 

"It has been said before, " rejoined the broker modestly. 

 * * * * *

When outdoor gayeties had to be dispensed with one day, on account of athorough downpour of rain, the last story in Jewel's book was called for. 

The little circle gathered in the big living-room; there was no questionnow as to whether Mr. Evringham should be present. 

"It is Hobson's choice this time, " said Mrs. Evringham, "so we'll allchoose the story, won't we?"

"Let Anna Belle have the turn, though, " replied Jewel. "She chose the firstone and she must have the last, because she doesn't have so much fun as therest of us. " She hugged the doll and kissed her cheeks comfortingly. Itwas too true that often of late Anna Belle did not accompany all theexcursions, but she went to bed with Jewel every night, and it was seldomthat the child was too sleepy to take her into full confidence concerningthe events of the day; and Anna Belle, being of a sedentary turn and givento day dreams, was apparently quite as well pleased. 

Now Mr. Evringham settled in a big easy-chair; the reader took a small oneby the window, and Jewel sat on the rug before the fire, holding AnnaBelle. 

"Now we're off, " said Mr. Evringham. 

"Go to sleep if you like, father, " remarked the author, smiling, and thenshe began to read the story entitled

ST. VALENTINE

There was a little buzz of interest in Miss Joslyn's room in the publicschool, one day in February, over the arrival of a new scholar. Only a verylittle buzz, because the new-comer was a plain little girl as to face anddress, with big, wondering eyes, and a high-necked and long-sleeved ginghamapron. 

"Take this seat, Alma, " said Miss Joslyn; and the little girl obeyed, whileAda Singer, the scholar directly behind her, nudged her friend, Lucy Berry, and mimicked the stranger's surprised way of looking around the room. 

The first day in a new school is an ordeal to most children, but Alma feltno fear or strangeness, and gazed about her, well pleased with her novelsurroundings, and her innocent pleasure was a source of great amusement toAda. 

"Isn't she queer-looking?" she asked of Lucy, as at noon they perched onthe window-sill in the dressing-room, where they always ate their lunchtogether. 

"Yes, she has such big eyes, " assented Lucy. "Who is she?"

"Why, her mother has just come to work in my father's factory. Her fatheris dead, or in prison, or something. "

"Oh, no!" exclaimed a voice, and looking down from their elevated seat thegirls saw Alma Driscoll, a big tin dinner-pail in her hand, and her cheeksflushing. "My father went away because he was discouraged, but he is comingback. "

Ada shrugged her shoulders and took a bite of jelly-cake. "What a delicateappetite you must have, " she said, winking at Lucy and looking at the bigpail. 

"Oh, it isn't full; the things don't fit very well, " replied Alma, takingoff the cover and disclosing a little lunch at the bottom; "but it was allthe pail we had. " Then she sat down on the floor of the dressing-room andtook out a piece of bread and butter. 

"Well, upon my word, if that isn't cool!" exclaimed Ada, staring at thebrown gingham figure. 

Alma looked up mildly. She had come to the dressing-room on purpose to eather lunch where she could look at Lucy Berry, who seemed beautiful to Alma, with her brown eyes, red cheeks, and soft cashmere dress, and it neveroccurred to her that she could be in the way. 

Ada turned to Lucy with a curling lip. "I should hate to be a third party, shouldn't you?" she asked, so significantly that even Alma couldn't helpunderstanding her. Tears started to the big eyes as the little girldropped her bread back into the hollow depths of the pail, replaced thecover, and went away to find a solitary corner, with a sorer spot in herheart than she had ever known. 

"Oh, why did you say that, Ada?" exclaimed Lucy, making a movement as if toslip down from the window-seat and follow. 

"Don't you go one step after her, Lucy Berry, " commanded Ada. "My motherdoesn't want me to associate with the children of the factory people. She'll find plenty of friends of her own kind. "

"But you hurt her feelings, " protested Lucy. 

"Oh, no, I didn't, " carelessly; "besides, if I did, she'll forget all aboutit. I had to let her know that she couldn't stay with us. Do you want astranger like that to hear everything we're saying?"

"I feel as if I ought to go and find her and see if she has somebody to eatwith. "

"Very well, Lucy. If you go with her, I can't go with you, that's all. Youcan take your choice. "

The final tone in Ada's voice destroyed Lucy's courage. The little girlswere very fond of one another, and Lucy was entirely under strong-willedAda's influence. 

Ada was a most attractive little person. Her father, the owner of thefactory, was the richest man in town; and to play on Ada's wonderful piano, where you had only to push with your feet to play the gayest music, or toride with her in her automobile, were exciting joys to her friends. Shealways had money in her pocket, and boxes of candy for the entertainment ofother children, and Lucy was proud of her own position as Ada's intimatefriend. So when it came to making a choice between this brilliant companionand the gingham-clad daughter of a factory hand, Lucy Berry's courage andsympathy oozed away, and she sat back on the window-seat, while Ada begantalking about something else. 

This first school-day was Alma Driscoll's introduction into the worldoutside of her mother's love. She had never felt so lonely as whensurrounded by all these girls, each of whom had her intimate friend, andamong whom she was not wanted. She could not help feeling that she wasdifferent from the others, and day by day the wondering eyes grew shy andlonely; and she avoided the children out of school hours, bravely hidingfrom her mother that the gingham apron, which always hid her faded dress, seemed to her a badge of disgrace that separated her from her daintilydressed schoolmates. 

Such was the state of affairs when St. Valentine's day dawned. Alma's twoweeks of school had seemed a little eternity to her; but this day she couldfeel that there was something unusual in the air, and she could not helpbeing affected by the pleasurable excitement afloat in the room. She knewwhat the big white box by the door was for, and when, after school, MissJoslyn was appointed to uncover and distribute the valentines, Alma foundherself following the crowd, until, pressed close to Lucy Berry's side, shestood in the centre of the merry group about the teacher. 

While the dainty envelopes were being passed around her, a shade ofwistfulness crept over the child's face, and her eager fingers crumpled thechecked apron as though Alma feared they might otherwise touch thebeautiful valentines that shone so enticingly with red and blue, gold andsilver. Suddenly Miss Joslyn spoke her name, --Alma Driscoll; only she said"Miss Alma Driscoll, " and, yes, there was no mistake about it, she had readit off one of those vine-wreathed envelopes. 

"Did you ever see such a goose!" exclaimed Ada Singer, as she watched themixture of shyness and eagerness with which Alma took her valentine andopened the envelope. 

Poor little Alma! How her heart beat as she unfolded her prize--and how itsank when she beheld the coarse, flaring picture of a sewing girl, with adisgusting rhyme printed beneath it. She dropped the valentine, a great sobof disappointment choked her, and bursting into tears, she pushed her waythrough the crowd and rushed from the schoolroom. 

"What is the meaning of that?" asked Miss Joslyn. 

For answer some one handed her the picture. The young lady glanced at it, then tore it in pieces as she looked sadly around on her scholars. 

"Whoever sent this knows that Alma's mother works in the factory, " shesaid. "It makes me ashamed of my whole school to think there is one childin it cruel enough to do this thing;" then, amid the silent consternationof the scholars, Miss Joslyn rose, and leaving the half-emptied box, wenthome without another word. 

"What a fuss about nothing, " said Ada Singer. "The idea of crying becauseyou get a 'comic!' What else could Alma Driscoll expect?"

Lucy Berry's cheeks had been growing redder all through this scene, and nowshe turned upon Ada. 

"She has a right to expect a great deal else, " she returned excitedly, "butwe've all been so hateful to her it's a wonder if she did. I wish I'd beenkind to her before, " she continued, her heart aching with the remembranceof the little lonely figure, and the big, hollow dinner-pail; "but I'mgoing to be her friend now, always, and you can be friends with us or not, just as you please;" and turning from the astonished Ada, Lucy Berrymarched out of the schoolroom, fearing she should cry if she stayed, andsure that if there were any more beauties for her in the white box, herstanch friend, Frank Morse, would take care of them for her. Among thevalentines she had already received was one addressed in his handwriting, and she looked at it as she walked along. 

"It's the handsomest one I ever saw, " she thought, lifting a rose here, anda group of cupids there, and reading the tender messages thus disclosed. 

"I know what I'll do!" she exclaimed aloud. "I'll send it to Alma. Frankwon't care, " and covering the valentine in its box, she started to run, andturned a corner at such speed that she bumped into somebody coming at equalor greater speed, from the opposite direction. A passer-by just then wouldhave been amused to see a boy and girl sitting flat on the sidewalk, rubbing their heads and staring at one another. 

"Lucy Berry!"

"Frank Morse!"

"What's up?"

"Nothing. Something's down, and it's me. "

"Well, excuse me; but I guess you haven't seen any more stars than I have. I don't care anything for the Fourth now, I've seen enough fireworks tolast me a year. "

Both children laughed. "You've got grit, Lucy, " added Frank, jumping up andcoming to help her. "Most girls would have boo-hooed over that. "

"Oh, I wouldn't, " returned the little girl, springing to her feet. "I'm tooexcited. "

"Well, what _is_ up?" persisted Frank. "I skipped out of the side door totry to meet you. "

"Well, you did, " laughed Lucy. "Oh, Frank, I don't know how I can laugh, "she pursued, sobering. "I don't deserve to, ever again. "

"What is it? Something about that Driscoll kid? She was crying. I was backthere and I didn't hear what Miss Joslyn said; but I saw her leave, andthen you, and I thought _I_'d go to the fire, too, if there was one. "

"Oh, there is, " returned Lucy, "right in here. " She grasped the waist ofher dress over where her heart was beating hard. 

Frank Morse was older than herself and Ada, and she knew that he was one ofthe few of their friends whose good opinion Ada cared for. To enlist him onAlma's side would mean something. 

"Is Ada still there?" she added. 

"Yes, she took charge of the valentine box after Miss Joslyn left. "

"Oh, Frank, do you suppose she could have sent Alma the 'comic'?" Genuinegrief made Lucy's voice unsteady. 

"Supposing she did, " returned Frank stoutly. "Is that what Big-Eyes wascrying about? I hate people to be touchy and blubber over a thing likethat. "

"You don't know. Her mother works in the factory, and this was a horridpicture making fun of it. Think of your own mother earning your living andbeing made fun of. "

"Ada wouldn't do that, " replied Frank shortly. "What made you think of sucha thing?"

"It was error for me to say it, " returned Lucy, with a meek groan. "I'vebeen doing error things ever since Alma came to school. Oh, Frank, you're aChristian Scientist, too. You must help me to get things straight. "

"You don't need to be a Christian Scientist to see that it wasn't a squaredeal to send the kid that picture. "

"No, I know it; but when Alma first came, Ada said her mother didn't allowher to go with girls from the factory, and so I stopped trying to be kindto Alma, because Ada wouldn't like me if I did; and it's been suchmesmerism, Frank. "

The boy smiled. "Do you remember the stories your mother used to tell usabout the work of the error-fairies?"

"Indeed I do. My head's just been full of it the last fifteen minutes. I'vedone nothing for two weeks but give the error-fairies backbones, and Idon't care what happens to me, or how much I'm punished, if I can only doright again. "

"Who's going to punish you?" asked Frank, not quite seeing the reason forso much feeling. 

"Ada. We've always had so much fun, and now it's all over. "

"Oh, I guess not. Ada Singer's all right. "

Lucy didn't think so. She was convinced that her friend had done this lastunkindness to Alma, and it was the shock of that discovery that was causinga portion of her suffering now. 

Frank and Lucy talked for a few minutes longer, and it was agreed that theformer should return to the school and get any other valentines that shouldbe there for Lucy and himself; then, as soon as it grew dark, they wouldrun to the Driscoll cottage with an offering. 

Late that afternoon three mothers were called to interviews with threelittle girls. Lucy Berry surprised hers by rushing in where Mrs. Berry wasseated, sewing. 

"Oh!" exclaimed the little girl, "I'm so sorry all over, mother!"

"Then you must know why you can't be, " returned Mrs. Berry, looking up atthe flushed face and seeing something there that made her put aside herwork. 

Lucy usually considered herself too large to sit in her mother's lap, butnow she did so, and flinging her arms around her neck, poured out the wholestory. 

"To think that Ada _could_ send it!" finished Lucy, with one big sob. 

"Be careful, be careful. You don't know that she did, " replied Mrs. Berry. "'Thou shalt not bear false witness. '"

"Oh, I do _hope_ she didn't, " responded Lucy, "but Ada is stuck up. I'vebeen seeing it more and more lately. "

"And how about the beam in my little girl's own eye?" asked Mrs. Berrygently. 

"Haven't I been telling you all about it? I've been just as selfish andcowardly as I could be. " Lucy's voice was despairing. 

"I think there's a beam there still. I think you are angry with Ada. "

"How can I help it? If it hadn't been for her I shouldn't have been somean. "

"Oh, Lucy dear!" Mrs. Berry smiled over the head on her shoulder. "There isold Adam again, blaming somebody else for his fall. Have you forgotten thatthere is only one person you have the right to work with and change?"

"I don't care, " replied Lucy hotly. "I've been calling evil good. I have. I've been calling Ada good and sticking to her and letting her run me. "

"Was it because of what you could get from her, or because of what youcould do for her?" asked Mrs. Berry quietly. 

Lucy was silent a minute, then she spoke: "She wanted me. She liked mebetter than anybody. "

"Well, now you see what selfish attachments can turn into, " returned Mrs. Berry. "Do you remember the teaching about the worthlessness of mortal mindlove? Here are you and Ada, yesterday thinking you love one another, andto-day at enmity. "

"I'm going with Alma Driscoll now, and I'm going to eat my lunch with her, and everything. I should think that was unselfish. "

"Perhaps it will be. We'll see. Isn't it a little comfort to you to thinkthat it will be some punishment to Ada to see you do it?"

"I don't know, " replied Lucy, who was so honest that she hesitated. 

"Well, then, think until you do know, and be very certain whether thethoughts that are stirring you so are all loving. You see, dearie, we'reall so tempted, in times of excitement, to begin at the wrong end: temptedto begin with ourselves instead of with God. The all-loving Creator of youand Ada and Alma has made three dear children, one just as precious to Himas another. If the loveliness of His creation is hidden by somethingdiscordant, then we must work away at it; and one's own consciousness isthe place where she has a right to work, and that helps all. It says in theBible 'When He giveth quietness who then can make trouble?' You can restyourself with the thought of His great quietness now, and you will reflectit. "

Mrs. Berry paused and her rocking-chair swayed softly back and forth duringa moment of silence. 

"You know enough about Science, " she went on, at last, "to be certain thatweeks of an offended manner with Ada would have no effect except to makeher long to punish you. You know that love is reflected in love, and thatits opposite is just as certain to be reflected unless one knows God'struth. "

"But you don't say anything at all about Alma, " said Lucy. "She's the chiefone. "

Mrs. Berry smiled. "No, " she returned gently. "You are the chief one. Justas soon as your thought is surely right, don't you know that your heavenlyFather is going to show you how to unravel this little snarl? You rememberthere isn't any personality to error, whether it tries to fasten on Ada, oron you. "

Lucy sat upright. Her cheeks were still flushed, but her eyes had losttheir excited light. "Frank Morse and I are going to take some prettyvalentines to Alma's as soon as it is dark, " she said. 

"That will be pleasant. Now let us read over the lesson for to-day again, and know what a joyous thing life is. "

"Well, mother, will you go and see Mrs. Driscoll some time?"

"Certainly I will, Sunday. I suppose she is too busy to see me other days. "

In the Singer house another excited child had rushed home from school andsought and found her mother. 

Mrs. Singer had just reached a most interesting spot in the novel she wasreading, when Ada startled her by running into the room and slamming thedoor behind her. 

"Mother, you know you don't want me to go with the factory people, " shecried. 

"Of course not. What's the matter?" returned Mrs. Singer briefly, keepingher finger between the leaves of her half-closed book. 

"Why, Lucy Berry is angry with me, and I don't care. I shall never go withher again!"

"Dear me, Ada. I should think you could settle these little differenceswithout bothering me. What has the factory to do with it?"

"Why, there is a new girl at school, Alma Driscoll, and her mother worksthere; and she tried to come with Lucy and me, and Lucy would have lether, but I told her you wouldn't like it, and, anyway, of course we didn'twant her. So to-day when the valentine box was opened, Alma Driscoll got a'comic;' and she couldn't take a joke and cried and went home. I can't beara cry-baby, anyway. And then Miss Joslyn made a fuss about it and _she_went home, and after that Lucy Berry flared up at me and said she was goingto be friends with Alma after this, and _she_ went home. It just spoiledeverybody's fun to have them act so silly. Lucy got Frank Morse to bringout all his valentines and hers. I'll never go with her again, whether shegoes with Alma or not!"

Angry little sparks were shining in Ada's eyes, and she evidently madegreat effort not to cry. 

"What was this comic valentine that made so much trouble?"

"Oh, something about a factory girl. You know the verses are always sillyon those. "

"Well, it wasn't very nice to send it to her before all the children, Imust say. Who do you suppose did it?"

"No one ever tells who sends valentines, " returned Ada defiantly. "No onewill ever know. "

"Well, if the foolish child, whoever it was, only had known, she wasn't sosmart or so unkind as she thought she was. Mrs. Driscoll isn't an ordinaryfactory hand. She is an assistant in the bookkeeping department. "

"Well, they must be awfully poor, the way Alma looks, anyway, " returnedAda. 

"I suppose they are poor. I happened to hear Mr. Knapp begging your fatherto let a Mrs. Driscoll have that position, and your father finallyconsented. I remember his telling how long the husband had been away tryingfor work, and what worthy people they were, old friends of his. They livedin some neighboring town; so when Mrs. Driscoll was offered this positionthey came here. They live"--

"Oh, I know where they live, " interrupted Ada, "and I knew they werefactory people anyway, and you wouldn't want me going with girls likeAlma. "

"I'd want you to be kind to her, of course, " returned Mrs. Singer. 

"Then she'd have stuck to us if I had been. I guess you've forgotten theway it is at school. "

Mrs. Singer sighed and opened her book wistfully. "You ought to be kind toeverybody, Ada, " she said vaguely, "but I really think I shall have to takeyou out of the public school. It is such a mixed crowd there. I should havedone it long ago, only your father thinks there is no such education. "

Ada saw that in another minute her mother would be buried again in herstory. "But what shall I do about Frank and Lucy?" she asked, half crying. 

"Why, is Frank in it, too?"

"Yes. I know Lucy has been talking to him. He came back and got hervalentines. "

"Oh, pshaw! Don't make a quarrel over it. Just be polite to Alma Driscoll. They're perfectly respectable people. You don't need to avoid her. Don'tworry. Lucy will soon get over her little excitement, and you may be sureshe will be glad to make up with you and be more friendly than ever. "

Mrs. Singer began to read, and Ada saw it was useless to pursue thesubject. She left the room undecidedly, her lips pressed together. Allright, let Lucy befriend Alma. She wouldn't _look_ at her, and they'd justsee which would get tired of it first. 

This hard little determination seemed to give Ada a good deal of comfortfor the present, and she longed for to-morrow, to begin to show Lucy Berrywhat she had lost. 

Meanwhile Alma Driscoll had hastened home to an empty cottage, where shethrew herself on the calico-covered bed and gave way again to her hurt andsorrow, until she had cried herself to sleep. 

There her mother found her when she returned from work. Mrs. Driscoll hadplenty of troubles of her own in these days, adjusting herself to herpresent situation and trying hard to fill the position which her old friendMr. Knapp had found for her. Alma knew this, and every evening when hermother came home from the factory she met her cheerfully, and had so farbravely refrained from telling of the trials at school, which were big onesto her, and which she often longed to pour out; but the sight of hermother's face always silenced her. She knew, young as she was, that hermother was finding life in the great school of the world as hard as she wasin pretty Miss Joslyn's room; and so she kept still, but her eyes grewbigger, and her mother saw it. 

To-day when Mrs. Driscoll came in, she was surprised to find the housedark. She lighted the lamp and saw Alma asleep on the bed. "Poor littledear, " she thought. "The hours must seem long between school and my cominghome. "

She went around quietly, getting supper, and when it was ready she cameagain to the bed and kissed Alma's cheek. 

"Doesn't my little girl want anything to eat to-night?" she asked. 

Alma turned and opened her eyes. 

"Guess which it is, " went on Mrs. Driscoll, smiling. "Breakfast or supper. "

"Oh, have you come?" Alma sat up. She clasped her arms around her mother. "Please don't make me go to school any more, " she said, the big sob withwhich she went to sleep rising again in her throat. 

"Why, what has happened, dear?" Mrs. Driscoll grew serious. 

"I don't want to tell you, mother, only please let me stay at home. I'llstudy just as hard. "

"You'd be lonely here all day, Alma. "

"I want to be lonely, " returned the little girl earnestly. 

Mrs. Driscoll looked very sober. "Let's sit down at the table, " she said, "for I have your boiled egg all ready. "

Alma took her place opposite her mother. Supper was usually the bright spotin the day, but this evening there seemed nothing but clouds. 

"I want to hear all about it, Alma, but you'd better eat first, " said Mrs. Driscoll, as she poured the tea. 

"It isn't anything very much, " replied the little girl, torn between thelonging for sympathy and unwillingness to give her mother pain; "only therearen't any lonely children in that school. Everybody has some one she likesto play with. "

A pang of understanding went through the mother's heart, so tender that sheforced a smile. 

"Oh, my dearie, " she said, "you remind me of the old song, --

 'Every lassie has her laddie, Nane, they say, have I, But all the lads, they smile on me, When comin' thro' the rye. '

If my Alma smiles on all the children, they'll all smile on her. "

Alma shook her head. It was too great an undertaking to explain all thosedaily experiences of longing and disappointment to her mother. The child'sthroat grew so full of the sob that she could not swallow the nice egg. 

"This is Valentine's Day, " she said, with an effort. "They had a box inschool. Everybody got pretty ones but me. They sent me a 'comic. '"

She swallowed bravely between the sentences, but big tears rolled down hercheeks and splashed on the gingham apron. 

"Well, wasn't it meant to make you laugh, dearie?"

"N-no. It was--was a hateful one. I--I can't tell you. "

A line came in Mrs. Driscoll's forehead. Her swift thought pictured thescene only too vividly. She swallowed, too. 

"Silly pictures can't hurt us, Alma, " she said. 

"But please don't make me go back, " returned the child earnestly. "I criedand ran away, and I know all the other children laughed, and, oh, mother, I_can't_ go back!" She was sobbing again, now, and trying to dry her tearswith her apron. 

Mrs. Driscoll's lips pressed firmly together to keep from quivering. 

"Mother, " said Alma brokenly, as soon as she could speak again, "when doyou think father will come home?"

For a minute the mother could not reply. The last letter she had receivedfrom her husband had sounded discouraged, and for six weeks now she hadheard nothing. Her anxiety was very great; but it made her position at thefactory more than ever important, while it increased the difficulty ofperforming her work. 

"I can't tell, dearie, " she answered low. "We must pray and wait. "

As she finished speaking there came a loud knock at the door. A veryunusual sound this, for no one had yet called on them, except Mr. Knapp, once on business. 

"I'll go, " said Mrs. Driscoll. "Wipe your eyes, Alma. "

To her surprise, when she opened the door no one was there. Something whiteon the step caught her eye in the gloom. It was a box, and when she broughtit to the light, she saw that it was addressed to Miss Alma Driscoll. 

Her heart was too sore to hand it to the child until she had made certainthat its contents were not designed to hurt. One glimpse of the gold andred interior, however, made her clap on the cover again. She brought thebox to the table and seated herself. 

"What's all this?" she asked, passing it to the child. "It seems to be foryou. There was nobody there, but I found that on the step. "

Alma's swollen eyes looked wonderingly at the box as she took off the coverand discovered the elaborate valentine. 

"My! What a beauty!" exclaimed her mother. 

The little girl lifted the red roses and looked at the verses. The catcheskept coming in her throat and she smiled faintly. 

"Who is this that hasn't any friend?" asked Mrs. Driscoll cheeringly. 

"Somebody was sorry, " returned Alma. "I wish they didn't have to be sorryfor me. "

"Oh, you can't be sure. When I was a little girl all the best part ofValentine's Day was running around to the houses with them after dark. Howdo you know that this wasn't meant for you all day?"

"Because I remember it. Miss Joslyn handed it to Lucy Berry out of theschool box. Lucy is the prettiest"--

Another loud knocking at the door interrupted. 

Mrs. Driscoll answered the call. A big white envelope lay on the step, andit was addressed to Alma. This time the latter's smile was a littlebrighter as she took out a handsome card covered with garlands and swingingcupids and inscribed "To my Valentine. "

"Well, I never saw any prettier ones, " said Mrs. Driscoll. 

"But they weren't bought for me, " returned Alma. 

When soon again a knocking sounded on the door and a third valentineappeared, blossoming with violets, above which butterflies hovered, Mrs. Driscoll leaned lovingly toward her little girl. 

"Alma, " she said. "I think you were mistaken in saying that _all_ thechildren laughed when you received that 'comic. ' Now, " in a different tone, "let's have some fun! Some child or children are giving you the very bestthey have. Let's catch the next one who comes, and find out who yourfriends are!"

"Oh, no, " returned Alma, smiling, but shrinking shyly from the idea. 

"Yes, indeed. We all used to try when I was little. I'm going to stand bythe door and hold it open a bit and you see if I don't catch somebody. "

Alma lifted her shoulders. She wasn't sure that she liked to have hermother try this; but Mrs. Driscoll went to the door, set it ajar in thedark, and stood beside it. 

She did not expect there would be any further greetings, and did thisrather to amuse Alma, who sat examining her three valentines with a tearfullittle smile; but it was a very short time before another knock sounded onthe usually neglected door, and quick as a wink it opened and Mrs. Driscoll's hand flying out caught another hand. A little scream followed, and in a second she had drawn a young lady into the tiny hall. 

They couldn't see one another's faces very well in the gloom. 

"Oh, I beg your pardon!" exclaimed Mrs. Driscoll, very much embarrassed. "Iwas trying to catch a valentine. "

"Well, you did, " laughed the stranger. "There's one on the step now, unlessmy skirt switched it off when I jumped. I didn't intend to come in thistime, though I meant to return after I had done an errand; but now I'mhere I'll stay a minute if it isn't too early. "

"If you'll excuse the table, " returned Mrs. Driscoll "Alma and I have alate tea. " She stooped at the door and picked up a valentine from the edgeof the step, and both women were smiling as they entered the room whereAlma was standing, flushed and wide-eyed, scarcely able to believe that sherecognized the voice. 

Sure enough, as the visitor came into the lamplight, the little girl sawthat the valentine her mother had caught and brought in out of the dark wasreally Miss Joslyn. She could hardly believe her eyes as she looked at themerry, blushing face which she was wont to see so serious and watchful. Allthe pretty teacher's scholars admired her, but she had a dignity andstrictness which gave them some awe of her, too, and it seemed wonderful toAlma that this important person should be standing here and laughing withher mother, right in their own sitting-room. 

Miss Joslyn's bright eyes saw signs of tears in her pupil's face, and shealso saw the handsome valentines strewn upon the table. "Well, well, Alma!"she exclaimed softly, "you have quite a show there!"

"And here is another, " said Mrs. Driscoll, handing the latest arrival tothe little girl. Alma smiled gratefully at her teacher as she opened theenvelope and took out a dove in full flight, carrying a leaf in its beak. On the leaf was printed in gold letters the word _Love_. 

"I was caught in the act, Alma, " laughed Miss Joslyn, "but I guess I am tooold and slow to be running about at night with valentines. "

"I like it the best of all, " replied the little girl. "It was bought forme, " she added in her own thought, and she was right. Twenty minutes agothe white dove had been reposing at a stationer's, with every prospect ofremaining there until another Valentine's Day came around. 

"Please sit down, Miss Joslyn, " said Mrs. Driscoll. 

"Well, just for a minute, " replied the young lady, taking the offeredchair, "but I wish you would finish your supper. "

"We had, really, " replied Mrs. Driscoll, smiling, "or I shouldn't have beenplaying such a game by the door. You haven't been the giver of all thesevalentines, I suppose?"

"Oh, no, indeed. Those are from some of the school children, no doubt. I'vebeen trying to find an evening to come here for some time, but my workisn't done when school is out. "

"I'm sure it isn't, " replied Mrs. Driscoll, while Alma sat with her dove inher hands, watching the bright face that looked happy and at home in theseunusual surroundings. It seemed so very strange to be close to Miss Joslyn, like this, where the teacher had no bell to touch and no directions togive. 

She looked at Alma and spoke: "The public school is a little hard for newscholars at first, " she said, "where they enter in the middle of a term. You are going to like it better after a while, Alma. "

"I think she will, too, " put in Mrs. Driscoll. "My hours are long at thefactory and I have liked to think of Alma as safe in school. Does she dopretty well in her studies, Miss Joslyn?"

"Yes, I have no fault to find. " The visitor smiled at Alma. "You haven'tbecome much acquainted yet, " went on Miss Joslyn. "I have noticed that youeat your lunch alone. So do I. Supposing you and I have it together for awhile until you are more at home with the other scholars. I have anotherchair in my corner, and we'll have a cosy time. "

Alma's heart beat fast. She had never heard that an invitation from royaltyis equivalent to a command, but instantly all possibility of staying athome from school disappeared. The picture rose before her thought of MissJoslyn as she always appeared at the long recess: her chair swung aboutuntil her profile only was visible, the white napkin on her desk, the bookin her hand as she read and ate at one and the same time. Little did Almasuspect what it meant to the kind teacher to give up that precioushalf-hour of solitude; but Miss Joslyn saw the child's eyes grow bright atthe dazzling prospect, and noted the color that covered even her foreheadas she murmured thanks and looked over at her mother for sympathy. 

The young lady talked on for a few minutes and then said good-night, leaving an atmosphere of brightness behind her. 

"Oh, mother, I don't know what all the children will say, " said Alma, clasping her hands together. "I'm going to eat lunch with Miss Joslyn!"

"It's fine, " responded Mrs. Driscoll, glad of the change in her littlegirl's expression, and wishing the ache at her own heart could be as easilycomforted. "Do you suppose Valentine's Day is over, dearie, or had I betterstand by the door again?"

"Oh, they wouldn't send me any more!" replied Alma, looking fondly at herdove. "I think Lucy Berry was so kind to give me her lovely things; but I'dlike to give them back. "

"No, indeed, that wouldn't do, " replied Mrs. Driscoll. "I'm going to standthere once more. Perhaps I'll catch somebody else to prove to you that Lucyisn't the only one thinking about you. "

Mrs. Driscoll returned quietly to her post, and Alma could see her smilingface through the open door. 

Alma had very much wanted to send valentines to a few children, herself;but five cents was all the spending money she could have, and she hadbought with it one valentine which had been addressed to Lucy Berry in theschool box. She was glad it had not come back to her to-night. That wouldhave been hardest of all to bear. 

Just as she was thinking this there did come another knock at the door. Thechild looked up eagerly, and swiftly again Mrs. Driscoll's hand flew out, and grasping a garment, pulled gently and firmly. 

"Well, well, ma'am!" exclaimed a bass voice, and this time it was thehostess's turn to give a little cry, followed by a laugh, as a stout, elderly man with chin whiskers came deliberately in. 

She retreated. "Oh, Mr. Knapp, please excuse me! I thought you were avalentine!"

"Nobody'd have me, ma'am. Nobody'd have me. Not a mite o' use to try tostick a pair o' Cupid's wings on these shoulders. It would take an awfulpair to fly me. Well, come now, " he added, with a broad, approving smile atthe laughing mother and child, "I'm right down glad to see you playin' agame. I've thought, the last few days, you was lookin' kind o' peaked anddown in the mouth; so, seein' as we found a letter for you that was somehowoverlooked this afternoon, I decided I'd bring it along. Might be fetchin'you a fortune, for all I knew. "

Mrs. Driscoll's smile vanished, and her eyes looked eagerly into thegood-humored red face, as Mr. Knapp sought deliberately in his coat pocketand brought forth an envelope, at sight of which Alma's mother flushed andpaled. 

"You have a valentine, too!" cried the little girl. 

"Yes, it is from father. Won't you sit down, Mr. Knapp?"

"No, no, I'll just run along and let you read your letter in peace. I knowyou want to, and I hope it brings good news. If it don't, you just rememberit's always darkest before day. Frank Driscoll's bound to come out rightside up. He's a good feller. "

So saying, the kind friend to this couple took his departure, and Mrs. Driscoll's eager fingers tore open the envelope. 

At the first four words, "It's all right, Nettie, " she crushed the paperagainst her happy eyes and then hugged Alma. 

It _was_ all right. Mr. Driscoll had a position at last, and by the timesummer should come he was sure they could be together again. 

After the letter had been read and re-read, the two washed and put away thesupper dishes with light hearts, and the next morning Mrs. Driscoll wentoff smiling to the factory, leaving a rather excited little girl to finishthe morning work and arrange the lunch in the tin pail which was to beopened beside Miss Joslyn's desk. 

There were two other excited children getting ready for school thatmorning. They had both slept on their troubles, but were very differentlyprepared to meet the day. Ada Singer's mental attitude was, "I'll nevergive in, and Lucy Berry will find it out. "

Lucy felt comforted, but there remained now the great step of eating lunchwith Alma and being punished by Ada in consequence. Her heart fluttered atthe thought; but she was going to try not to think of herself at all, butto do right and let the consequences take care of themselves. 

"There isn't any other way, " her mother said to her at parting. "Anythingwhich you do in any other spirit has simply to be done over again sometime. "

"Not one error-fairy shall cheat me to-day, " thought Lucy stoutly, and thena disconcerting idea came to her: supposing Alma shouldn't come to schoolat all!

But Alma was there. Ada Singer, too, wearing a charming new dress and witha head held up so stiffly that it couldn't turn to look at anybody. FrankMorse, from his seat at the back of the room, looked curiously from one toanother of the three girls and shook his head at his book. 

At the first recess Ada Singer spoke to him as he was going out. "Wait aminute, Frank. It is so mild to-day, mother is coming for me after schoolwith the auto. We're going to take a long spin. Wouldn't you like to go?"

"Yes, indeed, " replied Frank; "but don't you want to take Lucy in myplace?" He was a little uncomfortable. 

"If I did I shouldn't ask you, " returned Ada coolly. 

"All right. Thank you, " said Frank, but as he joined the boys on theplayground he felt still more uncomfortable. 

Lucy Berry, as soon as the recess bell had sounded, had gone straight toAlma. Her cheeks were very red, and the brown eyes were full of kindness. 

Alma looked up in shy pleasure at her, a little embarrassed because shedidn't know whether to thank Lucy for the valentines or not. 

The latter did not give her time to speak. She said: "I came to see if youwon't eat your lunch with me to-day. "

Alma colored. How full the world was of kind people! "I'd love to, " sheanswered, "but I think Ada wants to have you all alone and"--

"But I'd like it if you would, " said Lucy firmly, "because I want to getmore acquainted. My mother is coming to see yours on Sunday afternoon, too. "

"I'm real glad she is, " replied Alma, fairly basking in the light fromLucy's eyes. "I'd love to eat lunch with you, but Miss Joslyn invited me tohave it with her to-day. "

"Oh!" Lucy's gaze grew larger. "Why, that's lovely!" she said, in an awedtone. 

They had very little more time for talk before the short recess was over. As the children took their way to their seats, Alma was amazed to see AdaSinger pass Lucy without a word, and even turn her head to avoid lookingat her. The child had watched this close friendship so wistfully that sheinstantly saw there was trouble, and naturally thought of her invitationfrom Lucy as connected with it. 

At the long recess, thoughts of this possible quarrel mingled with herpleasure in the visit with Miss Joslyn, who was a charming hostess. Many agirl or boy came to peep into the forbidden schoolroom, when the report wascirculated that Alma Driscoll was up on the platform laughing and talkingwith the teacher and eating lunch with her in the cosy corner. 

Miss Joslyn insisted on exchanging a part of her lunch for Alma's, spreading the things together on the white napkin, and chatting so eagerlyand gayly that the little girl's face beamed. She soon told the teacherabout the good news that came after she left the night before, and MissJoslyn was very sympathetic. "It's a pretty nice world, isn't it?" sheasked, smiling. 

"Yes'm, it's just a lovely world to-day, only--only there's one thing, MissJoslyn. "

"What is it?"

"I think Lucy Berry and Ada Singer have had a quarrel. "

"Oh, the inseparables? I guess not, " the teacher smiled. 

"Yes'm. The worst is, I think it's about me. Could I go out in thedressing-room to get my handkerchief, and see if they're on their usualwindow-sill?"

"Yes, indeed, if it will make you feel easier. "

So Alma went out and soon returned. Lucy and Ada were not on theirwindow-sill. Each was sitting with a different group of girls. 

Miss Joslyn saw the serious discomfort this gave her little companion, andpersuaded her away from the subject, returning to the congenial theme ofMr. Driscoll's new prospects. 

But as soon as recess was over, Alma's thoughts went back to Ada Singer, for she felt certain that whatever had happened, Ada was the one to beappeased. The child could not bear to think of being the cause of troublecoming to dear, kind Lucy. 

When school was dismissed, Ada Singer, her head carried high, put on herthings in the dressing-room within a few feet of Lucy, but ignoring herpresence. "I love her, " thought Lucy, "and she does love me. Nothing cancheat either of us. "

Ada went out without a look, and waited at the head of the stairs for FrankMorse. Alma Driscoll hastened up to her. 

Ada drew away. Alma needn't think that because she had shared Miss Joslyn'sluncheon she would now be as good as anybody. 

"Can I speak to you just one minute?" asked the little girl so eagerly, yetmeekly, that Ada turned to her; but now that she had gained attention, Almadid not know how to proceed. She hesitated and clasped and unclasped herhands over the gingham apron. "Please--please"--she stammered, "don't becross with Lucy. She felt sorry for me, but I'll never eat lunch withher, --truly. "

"You don't know what you're talking about, " rejoined Ada coldly. 

"Yes, she does. " It was Frank Morse's voice, and Ada, turning quickly, sawhim and Lucy standing a few feet behind her. The four children were alonein the deserted hall. 

"Here, " went on Frank bluntly, "I want you two girls to kiss and make up. "

Ada blushed violently as she met Lucy's questioning, wistful look. 

"Are you coming down to the auto, Frank?" she asked coolly. "Mother will bewaiting. "

"Oh, come now, Ada, be a good fellow. If you and Lucy want to put on thegloves, I'll see fair play; but for pity's sake drop this icy lookbusiness. Great Scott, I'm glad I'm not a girl!"

The genuine disgust in the boy's tone as he closed did disturb Ada alittle, and then Lucy added at once, beseechingly:

"Oh, it's like a bad dream, Ada, to have anything the matter between us!"

"Whose fault is it?" asked Ada sharply. "Why did you fly at me soyesterday?"

Both girls had forgotten Alma who, like a soberly dressed, big-eyed littlebird, was watching the proceedings in much distress. 

"You just the same as accused me of sending Alma the 'comic, '" continuedAda. 

"Oh, _didn't_ you send it?" cried Lucy, fairly springing at her friend inher relief. "I don't care what you do to me then! I deserve anything, for Ireally thought you did. "

Her eloquent face and the love in her eyes broke down some determination inAda's proud little heart, and raised another, perhaps quite as proud, butat least with an element of nobility. She foresaw that the dishonesty wasgoing to be more than she could bear. 

"I did send it, " she said suddenly, with her chin up. Then, ignoring Frankand Lucy's open-mouthed stares, she turned toward Alma. "I sent you the'comic, '" she went on. "I thought it would be fun, but it wasn't, and I'msorry. I should like to have you forgive me. "

Her tone was far from humble, but it was music to Alma's ears. The littlegirl clasped her hands together. "Oh, I do, " she replied earnestly, "and itmade everybody so kind! Please don't feel bad about it. I got the loveliestvalentines in the evening, and Miss Joslyn came to see us, and we had aletter from my father and he has a splendid place to work and--andeverything!"

Ada breathed a little faster at the close of this breathless speech. Alma'seagerness to ascribe even her father's good fortune to the sending of the'comic' touched her. In her embarrassment she took another determination. 

"If you'll excuse me, Frank, " she said turning to him, "I think I'll takeAlma home in the auto, instead of you. "

"All right, " returned the boy, his face flushed. "You're a brick, Ada!"

This praise from one who seldom praised gave Ada secret elation, and madeher resolve to deserve it. "Good-by, Lucy, " was all she said, but thegirls' eyes met, and Lucy knew the trouble was over. 

As Ada and Alma went downstairs, Lucy ran to the hall window, and Frankfollowed. "Don't let them see us, " she said joyfully. 

So, very cautiously, the two peeped and saw the handsome automobilewaiting. Mrs. Singer was sitting within and they saw Ada say something toher; then Alma, her thick coat over the gingham apron, and the largedinner-pail in her hand, climbed in, Ada after her, and away they all went. 

Lucy turned to Frank with her face glowing. 

"It's all right now, " she said. "When Ada takes hold she never lets go; andnow she's taken hold right!"

CHAPTER XVI

A MORNING RIDE

Mrs. Evringham's listeners thanked her, then discussed the story a fewminutes. 

"I'd like to get acquainted with Alma, " said Jewel, "and help be kind toher. "

"Oh, she's going to have a very good time now, " replied Mr. Evringham. "Onecan see that with half an eye. Were there any Almas where you went toschool, Jewel?"

"No, there weren't. We didn't bring lunches and we went home in a 'bus. "

"Jewel went to a very nice private school, " said Mrs. Evringham. "Herteachers were Christian Scientists and I made their dresses for them inpayment. "

The logs were red in the fireplace now, and the roar of the wind-driven seacame from the beach. 

"Well, we've a good school for her, " replied Mr. Evringham, "and there'llbe no dresses to make either. "

His daughter looked at him wistfully. "I'm very happy when I think of it, "she answered, "for there is other work I would rather do. "

"I should think so, indeed. Catering to the whims of a lot of silly womenwho don't know their own minds! It must be the very--yes, very unpleasant. Yes, we have a fine school in Bel-Air. Jewel, we're going to work you hardnext winter. How shall you like that?"

"My music lessons will be the most fun, " returned Jewel. 

"And dancing school beside. "

"Oh, grandpa, I'll love that! I used to know girls who went, in Chicago. "

"Yes, I'm sure you will. You shall learn all the latest jigs and flings, too, that any of the children know. I think you ought to learn themquickly. You've been hopping up and down ever since I knew you. "

Jewel exchanged a happy glance with her mother and clapped her hands at thejoyful prospect. 

Mrs. Evringham looked wistfully at her father-in-law. "I hope you'll bewilling I should do the work I want to, father. "

"What's that? Writing books? Perfectly willing, I assure you. I thinkyou've made a very good start. "

Mrs. Evringham smiled. "No, not writing books. Practicing ChristianScience. "

"Well, you do that all the time, don't you?"

"I mean taking patients. "

"What!" Mr. Evringham straightened up in his chair and frowned at herincredulously. "Anybody? Tom, Dick, and Harry? You can't mean it!"

His tone was so severe that Jewel rose from her place on the rug and, climbing into his lap, rested her head on his breast. His hand closed onthe soft little one unconsciously. "I suppose I don't understand you, " headded, a shade more mildly. 

"Not in your house, father, " returned Julia. She had been preparing inthought for this moment for days. "Of course it wouldn't do to havestrangers coming and going there. "

"Nonsense, nonsense, my dear girl, " brusquely, "put it out of your head atonce. There is no need for you to do anything after this but bring up yourchild and keep your husband's shirt buttons in place. "

"I won't neglect either, " replied Julia quietly; "but Mr. Reeves says thereis great need of practitioners in Bel-Air. You know where the reading-roomis? There is a little room leading out of it that I could have. "

"For an office, do you mean? Nonsense, " exclaimed Mr. Evringham again. "Harry wouldn't think of allowing it. "

Julia smiled. "Will you if he does?"

"What shall I say to her, Jewel?" The broker looked down into the seriousface. 

"I suppose mother ought to do it, " replied the child. "Of course every onewho knows how and has time wants to. You can see that, grandpa, becauseisn't your rheumatism better?"

"Yes. I like our resident physician very much; but we need her ourselves. Idon't think I shall ever give my consent to such a thing. "

"Oh, yes, you will, grandpa, if it's right. " The flaxen head on his breastwagged wisely. "Some morning you'll come downstairs and say: 'Julia, Ithink you can go and get that office whenever you like. '"

Mrs. Evringham pressed her handkerchief to her lips. The couple in thearmchair were so absorbed in one another that they did not observe her, andthe broker's face showed such surprise. 

"Upon my word!" he exclaimed, after a minute. "Upon my word!"

"Are you all through talking about that?" asked Jewel, after a pause. 

"I am, certainly, " replied Mr. Evringham. 

"And I, " added his daughter. She was content that the seed was planted, andpreferred not to press the subject. 

"Well, then, " continued Jewel, "I was wondering, grandpa, if the cracks inthat boat couldn't be stuffed up a little more so I wouldn't have to bail, and then I could learn how to row. "

"Ho, these little hands row!" returned Mr. Evringham scoffingly. 

"Why, I could, grandpa. I just know I could. It was fun to bail at first, but I'm getting a little tired of it now, and I love to be on the pond--oh, almost as much as on Star!"

Mr. Evringham's eyes shone with an unusually pleased expression. "Is itpossible!" he returned. "It's a water-baby we have here, a regularwater-baby!"

"Yes, grandpa, when I know how to swim and row and sail--yes, " chuckling atthe expression of exaggerated surprise which her listener assumed, "andsail, too, I'll be so _happy_!"

"Oh, come now, an eight-year-old baby!"

"I'll be nine in five weeks, nine years old. "

"Well, " Mr. Evringham sighed, "that's better than nineteen. "

"Why, grandpa, " earnestly, "you forget; perhaps you'll like me when I'mgrown up. "

"It's possible, " returned the broker. 

How the sun shone the next morning! The foam on the great rollers thatstill stormed the beach showed from the farmhouse windows in ever-changing, spreading masses of white. Essex Maid and Star, after a day of ennui, weremore than ready for a scamper between the rolling fields where already thegoldenrod hinted that summer was passing. 

Star had to stretch his pretty legs at a great rate, to keep up with theMaid this morning, though her master moderated her transports. The morelike birds they flew, the more Jewel enjoyed it. She knew now how to getStar's best speed, and the pony scarcely felt her weight, so lightly didshe adapt herself to his every motion. 

With cheeks tingling in the fine salt air, the riders finally came to awalk in the quiet country road. 

"I've been looking up that boat business, Jewel, " said Mr. Evringham. "Thething is hardly worth fixing. It would take a good while, just at the timewe want the boat, too. "

"Well, then, " returned the child, "we'll have to make it do. There are somany happinesses here, it isn't any matter if the boat isn't just right;but I was thinking, grandpa, if you wouldn't wear such nice shoes, I'd gobarefooted, and then we could both sit on the same seat and let the watercome in, while I use one oar and you the other; or"--her face suddenlyglowing with a brilliant idea--"we could both wear our bathing-suits!"

"Yes, " returned the broker, "I think if you were to row we might needthem. "

The child laughed. 

"No, Jewel, no; we'd better bathe when we bathe, and row when we row, andnot mix them. You couldn't do anything with even one of those clumsy oarsin that tub of a boat. "

As Mr. Evringham said this, he saw the disappointment in the little girl'sface as she looked straight ahead, and noted, too, her effort to conquerit. 

"Well, I do have so many happinesses, " she replied. 

"It will be a grand sight at the beach this morning, with the sunlight onthe stormy waves, " said Mr. Evringham. "The water-baby will have to keepout of them, though. "

Jewel lifted her shoulders and looked at him. "Then we ought to row over, don't you think so?"

"You're not willing to be a thorough-going land lubber, are you?" returnedthe broker. 

"No, " Jewel sighed. "I'd rather bail than keep off the pond. Oh, but Iforgot, " with a sudden thought, "mother'd get wet if she rowed over and itwould be too bad to make her walk through the fields alone. "

There was a little silence and then Mr. Evringham turned the horses intothe homeward way. 

"I begin to feel as if breakfast would be acceptable, Jewel. How is it withyou?"

"Why, I could eat"--began the child hungrily, "I could eat"--

"Eggs?" suggested the broker, as she paused to think of somethingsufficiently inedible. 

"Almost, " returned the child seriously. Another pause, and then shecontinued. "Grandpa, wouldn't it be nice if mother had somebody to playwith, too, so we could go out in the boat whenever we wanted to?"

"Yes. Why doesn't your father hurry up his affairs?"

Jewel looked at the broker. "He has. He thought it was error for him not tolet the people there know that he was going to leave them after a while; sothey began right off to try to find somebody else, and they have already. "

"Eh?" asked the broker. "Your father is through in Chicago, then? When didyou hear that?"

"Mother had the letter yesterday and she told me when I went to bed lastnight. "

"Why, then he'll be coming right on. "

"We'd like to have him, " returned Jewel; "but mother wasn't sure how youwould feel about it, to have father here so long before businesscommences. "

"Why didn't she tell me last evening?" asked Mr. Evringham. 

"I _think_, " returned Jewel, "that she wanted father so _much_--and--andthat she thought perhaps you wouldn't think it was best, and--well, I thinkshe felt a little bashful. You know mother isn't your real relation, grandpa, " the child's head fell to one side apologetically. 

Mr. Evringham stroked his mustache; but instantly he turned grave again. His eyes met Jewel's. 

"I think, as you say, it would be rather a convenience to us if your motherhad some one to play with, too. Suppose we send for him, eh?"

"Oh, let's, " cried the child joyfully. 

"Done with you!" returned the broker, and he gave the rein to Essex Maid. Star had suddenly so much ado to gallop along beside her, that Jewel'slaugh rang out merrily. 

When, a little later, the family met in the dining-room for breakfast, Mr. Evringham accosted his daughter cheerfully:

"Well, this is good news I hear about Harry. "

Julia flushed and met his eyes wistfully. The broker had never seen anyresemblance in Jewel to her until this moment; but it was precisely thechild's expression that now returned his look. 

"It's my boy she wants, too, " he thought. "By George, she shall have him. "

"I wasn't sure that you would think it was good news for Harry to give uphis position so soon, but there wasn't any other honest way, " she replied. 

"The sooner the break is made, the better, " returned Mr. Evringham. "Ishall wire him to close up everything at once and join us as soon as hecan. "

Mother and child exchanged a happy look and Jewel clapped her hands. "Father's coming, father's coming!" she cried joyfully. 

The broker bent his brows upon her. 

"Jewel, are you strictly honorable?" he asked. 

"I don't know, " returned the little girl. 

"You said a few minutes ago that it was a playfellow for your mother thatyou wanted. Your enthusiasm is unseemly. "

"Oh, father's just splendid, " said Jewel. 

After breakfast the three repaired to a certain covered piazza where theyalways read the lesson for the day; then Mr. Evringham suggested that theygo promptly to the beach to see the splendid show before the rollersregained their usual monotonous dignity. 

"Jewel and I thought we would go over in the boat instead of through thefields, but that old tub is rather uninviting for a lady's clothes. "

"I think I will take the solitary saunter in preference, " returned Mrs. Evringham. "You and Jewel row over if you like. "

"No, we'd rather walk with you, " said the child heroically. 

Julia smiled. "I don't want you. There are birds and flowers. "

"Well, come down and see us off, anyway, " said Mr. Evringham; so the threemoved over the grass toward the pond; two walking sedately and one skippingfrom sheer high spirits. 

As they drew near the little wharf the child's quick eyes perceived thatthere were two boats floating there, one each side of it. 

"See that, grandpa! There's some visitor around here, " she said, runningahead of the others. A light, graceful boat rose and fell on the waves. Itwas golden brown within and without, and highly varnished. Its four seatswere furnished with wine-colored cushions. Four slim oars lay along itsbottom, and its rowlocks gleamed. Best of all, a slender mast with snowysail furled about it lay along the edge. 

"Grandpa, p-_lease_ ask somebody whose it is and if we could get in just aminute!" begged Jewel, in hushed excitement. 

"Oh, they're all good neighbors about here. They won't mind, whoever itis, " returned Mr. Evringham carelessly, and to the child's wonder anddoubt he jumped aboard. 

"Pretty neat outfit, isn't it?" he continued, as he stood a moment lookingover the lines of the craft, and then lifted the mast. 

"Oh, it'll sail, too, it'll sail, too!" cried Jewel, hopping up and down. "Oh, mother, did you ever _hear_ of such a pretty boat?"

"Never, " replied Mrs. Evringham. "It must be that some one has come overfrom one of those fine homes across the pond. "

Privately, she was a little surprised by the manner in which Mr. Evringhamwas making himself at home. He set the mast in its place and then, his armsakimbo, stood regarding Jewel's tense, sun-browned countenance andsparkling eyes. 

"How would it be for me to go up to the house and see if we could getpermission to take a little sail?" he asked. 

"Oh, it would be splendid, grandpa, " responded Jewel, "but--but he mightsay no, and _could_ I get in just a minute first?"

"Yes, come on. " The child waited for no second invitation, but sprang intothe boat and examined its dry, shining floor and felt its buttoned cushionswith admiring awe. 

"Hello, see here, " said Mr. Evringham, bending over the further side. "Easy, now, " for Jewel had scrambled to see. He trimmed the boat while herflaxen head leaned eagerly over. 

Beautifully painted in shining black letters she read the name JEWEL. 

The child lifted her head quickly and gazed at him, "Grandpa, that almostcouldn't--_happen_" she said, in amazement, catching her breath. 

He nodded. "There's one thing pretty certain, Nature won't draw off thepond now that this has come to you. "

"Me, _me_!" cried the child. Her lips trembled and she turned a little paleunder the tan as she remembered how the pony came. Then her eyes, dark withexcitement, suffused, and recklessly she flung herself upon the broker'sneck while the boat rocked wildly. 

Mr. Evringham waved one hand toward his daughter while he seized the mast. "Tell Harry we left our love, " he cried. 

"Dear me, Jewel, what are you _doing_!" called Mrs. Evringham. 

"It's mine, mother, it's mine, " cried the child, lifting her head to shoutit, and then ducking back into the broker's silk shirt front. 

"What do you mean?" asked Mrs. Evringham, coming gingerly out upon thewharf, which was such an unsteady old affair that she had remained on terrafirma. 

"Why, you see, " responded Mr. Evringham, "the farmhouse boat wasn't soimpossible for two old sea-dogs like Jewel and me, but when it came toinviting her lady mother to go out with us, I saw that we must havesomething else. Well, it seems as if Jewel approved of this. "

He winked at his daughter over the flaxen head on his breast. 

"What a fortunate, fortunate girl!" exclaimed Julia. "I can hardly wait tosit on one of those beautiful red cushions. "

"Jewel will invite you pretty soon, I think, " said Mr. Evringham. "I hopeso, for one of my feet is turned in and she is standing on it, but Iwouldn't have her get off until she is entirely ready. "

He could feel the child swallowing hard, and though she moved her littlefeet, she could not lift her face. 

"Grandpa, " she began, in an unsteady, muffled tone, "I didn't tease you toomuch about the old boat, did I?"

"No, --no, child!"

"Shall you--shall you like this one, too?"

"Well, I should rather think so. I have to give all my shoes to the poor asit is. I've nothing left fit to put on but my riding-boots. How shall we goover to the beach this time, Jewel, row or sail? Your mother is waiting foryou to ask her to get in. "

Slowly the big bows behind the child's ears came down into their normalposition. She kissed her grandfather fervently and then turned her flushedface and eyes toward her mother. 

"Come in, so you can see the boat's name, " she said, and her smile shoneout like sunshine from an April sky. 

"Give me your hand, then, dearie. You know I'm a poor city girl and haven'ta very good balance. "

The name was duly examined, and Mrs. Evringham's "oh's" of wonder andadmiration were long-drawn. 

"See the darling cushions, mother. You can wear your best clothes here. It's just like a parlor!"

"A very narrow parlor, Jewel. Move carefully. " Mrs. Evringham had seatedherself in the stern. "Perhaps I can help with the rudder, " she added, taking hold of the lines. 

"Just as the admiral says, " returned the broker. 

"Oh, grandpa, you'll have to be the admiral, " said Jewel excitedly. "I'llbe the crew and"--

"And the owner, " suggested Mr. Evringham. 

"Yes! Oh, mother, what _will_ father say!"

"He'll say that you are a very happy, fortunate little girl, and thatDivine Love is always showing your grandpa how to do kind things for you. "

The child's expression as she looked up at the admiral made him apprehendanother rush. 

"Steady, Jewel, steady. Remember we aren't wearing our bathing-suits. Whichare we going to do, row or sail?"

"Oh, _sail_, " cried the child, "and it'll never be the first time again!_Could_ you wait while I get Anna Belle?"

"Certainly. "

Like a flash Jewel sprang from the boat and fled up the wharf and lawn. 

Mr. Evringham smiled and shook his head at his daughter. "A creature offire and dew, " he said. 

"I don't know how to thank you for all your goodness to her, " said Juliasimply. 

"It would offend me to be thanked for anything I did for Jewel, " hereturned. 

"I understand. She is your own flesh and blood. But what I feel chieflygrateful for is the wisdom of your kindness. I believe you will never spoilher. I should rather we had remained poor and struggling than to havethat. "

Mr. Evringham gave the speaker a direct look in which appeared a trace ofhumor. 

"I think I am slightly inclined, " he returned, "to overlook the fact thatyou and Harry have any rights in Jewel which should be respected; buttheoretically I do acknowledge them, and it is going to be my study not tospoil her. I have an idea that we couldn't, " he added. 

"Oh, yes, we could, " returned Julia, "very easily. "

"Well, there aren't quite enough of us to try, " said the broker. "I believewhile we're waiting for Jewel, I'll just step up to the house and get someone to send that telegram to Harry. "

"Oh, yes!" exclaimed Julia eagerly; and in a minute she was left alone, swaying up and down on the lapping water, in the salt, sunny breeze, whilethe JEWEL pulled at the mooring as if eager to try its snowy wings; andhappy were the grateful, prayerful thoughts that swelled her heart. 

CHAPTER XVII

THE BIRTHDAY

One stormy evening Harry Evringham blew into the farmhouse, wet from hisdrive from the station, and was severally hugged, kissed, and shaken by thethree who waited eagerly to receive him. The month that ensued was perhapsthe happiest that had ever come into the lives of either of the quartette;certainly it was the happiest period to the married pair who had waited tenyears for their wedding trip. 

The days were filled with rowing, sailing, swimming, riding, driving, picnics, walks, talks, and _dolce far niente_ evenings, when the wind wasstill and the moon silvered field and sea. 

The happy hours were winged, the goldenrod strewed the land with sunshine, and August slipped away. 

One morning when Jewel awoke it was with a sensation that the day wasimportant. She looked over at Anna Belle and shook her gently. "Wake up, dearie, " she said. "'Green pastures are before me, ' it's my birthday. "

But Anna Belle, who certainly looked very pretty in her sleep, and perhapssuspected it, seemed unable to overcome her drowsiness until Jewel set herup against the pillow, when her eyes at once flew open and she appearedready for sociability. 

"Do you remember Gladys on her birthday morning, dearie? She couldn'tthink of anything she wanted, and I'm almost like her. Grandpa's given memy boat, that's his birthday present; and mother says she should think itwas enough for ten birthdays, and so should I. Poor grandpa! In tenbirthdays I'll be nineteen, and then he says I'll have to cry on hisshoulder instead of into his vest. But grandpa's such a joker! Of coursegrown-up ladies hardly ever cry. If father and mother have anything for me, I'll be just delighted; but I can't think what I want. I have thedarlingest pony in the world, and the dearest Little Faithful watch, andthe best boat that was ever built, and I rowed father quite a long wayyesterday all alone, and I didn't splash much, but he caught hold of theside of the boat and pretended he was afraid"--Jewel's laughter gurgledforth at the remembrance--"he's such a joker; and I do understand the sail, too, but they won't let me do it alone yet. Father says he can see in myeye that I should love to jibe. I don't even know what jibe is, so howcould I do it?"

Jewel had proceeded so far in her confidences when the door of her roomopened, and her father and mother came in in their bath-wrappers. 

"We thought we heard you improving Anna Belle's mind, " said her father, taking her in his arms and kissing both her cheeks and chin, the tip of hernose and her forehead, and then carefully repeating the programme. 

"But that was ten!" cried Jewel. 

"Certainly. If you didn't have one to grow on, how would you get along?"

Then her pretty mother, her brown hair hanging in long braids, took herturn and kissed Jewel's cheeks till they were pinker than ever. "Many, manyhappy returns, my little darling, " she said. "I didn't know you weren'tgoing riding this morning. "

"Yes, grandpa said he expected a man early on business, and he had to behere to see him. Father could have gone with me, " said Jewel, looking athim reproachfully, where he sat on the side of the bed, "but when I askedhim last night he said--I forget what he said. "

"Merely that I didn't believe that horses liked such early dew. "

"Oh, Jewel!" laughed Mrs. Evringham, "your father is a lazy, sleepy boy. It's later than you think, dearie. Hop up now and get ready for breakfast. "

They left her, and the little girl arose with great alacrity, for eversince she was a baby her birthday present had always been on the breakfasttable. 

As soon as she was dressed, she put a blue cashmere wrapper on Anna Belleand carried her downstairs to the room where the Evringham family had theirmeals, separate from the other inmates of the farmhouse. 

Mr. Evringham was standing by the window, reading the newspaper as hewaited, and Jewel ran to him and looked up with bright expectation. 

"H'm!" he said, not lifting his eyes from the print, "good-morning, Jewel. Essex Maid and Star would hardly speak to me when I was out there just now, they're so vexed at having to stay indoors this morning. "

The child did not reply, but continued to look up, smiling. 

"Well, " said the broker at last, dropping the paper. "Well? What is it? Idon't see anything very exciting. You haven't on your silk dress. "

"Grandpa! It's my _birthday_. "

The broker slapped his leg with very apparent annoyance. "Well, now, tothink I should have to be told that!"

Jewel laughed and hopped a little as she looked toward the table. "Do yousee that bunch under the cloth at my place? That's my present. Isn't it themost _fun_ not to know what it is?"

Mr. Evringham took her up in his arms and weighed her up and downthoughtfully. "Yes, " he said, "I believe you are a little heavier than youwere yesterday. "

The child laughed again. 

"Now remember, Jewel, you're to go slow on this birthday business. Once intwo or three years is all very well. "

"Grandpa! people _have_ to have birthdays every year, " she replied as heset her down, "but after they're about twenty or something like that, it'swrong to remember how old they are. "

"Indeed?" the broker stroked his mustache. "Ladies especially, I suppose. "

"Oh, no, " returned Jewel seriously. "Everybody. Mother's just twenty yearsolder than I am and that's so easy to remember, it's going to be hard toforget; but I've most forgotten how much older father is, " and Jewellooked up with an expression of determination that caused the broker tosmile broadly. 

"I can understand your mother's being too self-respecting to pass thirty, "he returned, "but just why your father shouldn't, I fail to understand. "

"Why, it's error to be weak and wear spectacles and have things, isn't it?"asked Jewel, with such swift earnestness that Mr. Evringham endeavored tocompose his countenance. 

"Have things?" he repeated. 

Jewel's head fell to one side. "Why, even you, grandpa, " she said lovingly, "even you thought you had the rheumatism. "

"I was certainly under that impression. "

"But you never would have expected to have it when you were as young asfather, would you?"

"Hardly. "

"Well, then you see why it's wrong to make laws about growing old and toremember people's ages. "

"Ah, I see what you mean. Everybody thinking the wrong way and jumping on afellow when he's down, as it were. "

At this moment Jewel's father and mother entered the room, and sheinstantly forgot every other consideration in her interest as to whatcharming surprise might be bunched up under the tablecloth. 

"Anna Belle can hardly wait to see my present, " she said, lifting hershoulders and smiling at her mother. 

"She ought to know one thing that's there, certainly, " replied Mrs. Evringham mysteriously. 

Jewel held the doll up in front of her. "Have you given me something, dearie?" she asked tenderly. "I do hope you haven't been extravagant. "

Then with an abrupt change of manner, she hopped up into her chaireagerly, and the others took their places. 

The very first package that Jewel took out was marked--"With Anna Belle'slove. " It proved to be a pair of handsome white hair-ribbons, and the donorlooked modestly away as Jewel expressed her pleasure and kissed herblushing cheeks. 

Next came a box marked with her father's name. Upon opening it there wasdiscovered a set of ermine furs for Anna Belle, --at least they were verywhite furs with very black tiny tails: collar and muff of a regal splendor, and any one who declined to call them ermine would prove himself a coldskeptic. Jewel jounced up and down in her chair with delight. 

"Winter's coming, you know, Jewel, and Bel-Air Park is a very swell place, "said her father. 

"And perhaps I'll have a sled at Christmas and draw Anna Belle on it, " saidthe child joyously. "Here, dearie, let's see how they fit, " and on went thefurs over the blue cashmere wrapper, making Anna Belle such a thing ofbeauty that Jewel gazed at her entranced. The doll was left with her chubbyhands in the ample muff and the sumptuous collar half eclipsing her goldencurls, while the little girl dived under the cloth once more for thelargest package of all. 

This was marked with her mother's love and contained handsome plaidmaterial for a dress, with the silk to trim it, and a pair of kid gloves. 

Jewel hopped down from her chair and kissed first her father and then hermother. "That'll be the loveliest dress!" she said, and she carried it toher grandfather to let him look closer and put his hand upon it. 

"Well, well, you are having a nice birthday, Jewel, " he said. 

"Yes, " she replied, putting her arm around his neck and pressing her cheekto his. "We couldn't put the boat under the tablecloth, but I'm thinkingabout it, grandpa. "

After breakfast they all went out to the covered piazza to read the lesson. It was a fine, still morning. The pond rippled dreamily. The roar of thesurf was subdued. From Jewel's seat beside her grandfather she could seeher namesake glinting in the sun and gracefully rising and falling on thewaves in the gentle breeze. 

They had all taken comfortable positions and Mrs. Evringham was finding theplaces in the books. 

Mr. Evringham spoke quite loudly: "Well, this is a fine morning, surely, fine. "

"It is that, " agreed Harry, stretching his long legs luxuriously. "If Ifelt any better I couldn't stand it. "

As he was speaking, a strange man in a checked suit came around the cornerof the house. 

Jewel's eyes grew larger and she straightened up. 

"Oh, grandpa, look!" she said softly, and then jumped off the seat to seebetter. All the little company gazed with interest, for, accompanying theman, was the most superb specimen of a collie dog that they had ever seen. "It's a golden dog, grandpa, " added Jewel. 

The collie had evidently just been washed and brushed. His coat was, indeed, of a gleaming yellow. His paws were white, the tip of his tail waswhite, and his breast was snowy as the thick, soft foam of the breakers. Anarrow strip of white descended between his eyes, --golden, intelligenteyes, with generations of trustworthiness in them. A silver collar nestledin the long hair about his neck, and altogether he looked like a princeamong dogs. 

Jewel clasped her hands beneath her chin and gazed at him with all hereyes. He was too splendid to be flown at in her usual manner with animals. 

"What a beauty!" ejaculated Harry. 

"It _is_ a golden dog, " said Jewel's mother, looking almost as enthusiasticas the child. 

"What have you there?" asked Mr. Evringham of the man. "Something prettyfine, it appears to me. "

"Yes, sir, there's none finer, " replied the man, glancing at the animal. "Icalled to see you on that little matter I wrote you of. "

"Yes, yes; well, that will wait. We're interested in that fine collie ofyours. We know something about golden dogs here, eh, Jewel?"

"But this dog couldn't dance, grandpa, " said the child soberly, drawingnearer to the creature. 

"I should think not, " remarked the man, smiling. "What would he be doingdancing? I've seen lions jump the rope in shows; but it never lookedfitting, to me. "

"No, " said Jewel, "this dog ought not to dance;" and as the collie's goldeneyes met hers, she drew nearer still in fascination, and he touched heroutstretched hand curiously, with his cold nose. 

"Oh, well, but we like accomplished dogs, " said Mr. Evringham coldly. 

"Who says this dog ain't accomplished?" returned the man, in an injuredtone. "Just stand back there a bit, young lady. "

Jewel retreated and her grandfather put his hand over her shoulder. The manspoke to the dog, and at once the handsome creature sat up, tall anddignified, on his hind legs. 

The man only kept him there a few seconds; and then he put him through avariety of other performances. The golden dog shook hands when he was told, rolled over, jumped over a stick, and at last sat up again, and when theman took a bit of sugar from his pocket and balanced it on the creature'snose, he tossed it in the air, and, catching it neatly, swallowed it in atrice. 

Jewel was giving subdued squeals of delight, and everybody was laughingwith pleasure; for the decorative creature appeared to enjoy his owntricks. 

The man looked proudly around upon the company. 

"Well, " said Mr. Evringham to Jewel, "he is a dog of high degree, likeGabriel's, isn't he? But he's such a big fellow I think the organ-grinderwouldn't have such an easy time with _him_. "

At the broker's voice, the dog walked up to him and wagged his featherytail. Jewel's eager hands went out to touch him, but Mr. Evringham held herback. 

"He's a friendly fellow, " he went on; then continued to the man, "Would youlike to sell him?"

The question set the little girl's heart to beating fast. 

"I would, first rate, " replied the man, grinning, "but the trouble is I'vesold him once. I'm taking him to his owner now. "

"That's a handsome collar you have on him. "

"Oh, yes, it's a good one all right, " returned the man. "The dog is for asurprise present. The lady I'm taking him to is going to know him by hisname. "

"Let's have a look at it, Jewel, " said Mr. Evringham, and he took hold ofthe silver collar, a familiarity which seemed rather to please the goldendog, who began wagging his tail again, as he looked at Mr. Evringhamtrustingly. 

Jewel bent over eagerly. A single name was engraved clearly on the smoothplate. 

"Topaz!" she cried. "His name is Topaz! Grandpa, mother, the golden dog'sname is Topaz!"

Mrs. Evringham held up both hands in amazement, while Harry frownedincredulously. 

"Did you ever hear of anything so wonderful, grandpa? How _can_ the ladyknow him by his name so well as we do?" The child was quite breathless. 

"What? Do _you_ know the name?" asked the man. "Supposing I'd hit on theright place already. Just take a look under his throat. The owner's name isthere. "

Jewel fell on her knees, and while Mr. Evringham kept his hand on the dog'smuzzle, she pushed aside the silky white fur. 

"Evringham. Bel-Air Park, New Jersey, " was what she read, engraved on thesilver. 

She sat still for a minute, overcome, while a procession of ideas crowdedafter each other through the flaxen head. It was her birthday; grandpacouldn't get the boat under the tablecloth. This beautiful dog--thisimpossibly beautiful dog, was a surprise present. He was for her, to loveand to play with; to see his tricks every day, to teach him to know her andto run to her when she called. If she was given the choice of the Wholeworld on this sweet birthday morning, it seemed to her nothing could be sodesirable as this live creature, this playmate, this prince among dogs. 

When she looked up the man in the checked suit had disappeared. She glancedat her father and mother. They were watching her smilingly and sheunderstood that they had known. 

She looked around a little further and saw Mr. Evringham seated, his handon the collie's neck, while the wagging, feathery tail expressed greatcontentment in the touch of a good friend. 

At the time the story of the golden dog had so captivated Jewel'simagination, the broker began his search for one in real life. He hadalready been thinking that a dog would be a good companion for the fearlesschild's solitary hours in the woods. As soon as the collie was found, hedirected that all the ordinary tricks should be taught it, and every dayuntil he left New York he visited the creature, who remembered him so wellthat on the collie's arrival late last evening, he had feared its joyousbarking out at the barn would waken Jewel. 

She rose to her knees now, and, putting her arms around the dog's neck, pressed her radiant face against him. 

Topaz pulled back, but Mr. Evringham patted him, and in an instant he wasfreed; for his little mistress jumped up and, climbing into hergrandfather's lap, rested her head against his breast. 

"Grandpa, " she said, slowly and fervently, "I wonder if you do know howmuch I love you!"

Mr. Evringham patted the collie's head, then took Jewel's hand and placedit with his own on the sleek forehead. The golden eyes met hisattentively. 

"You're to take care of her, Topaz. Do you understand?" he asked. 

The feathery tail waved harder. 

Jewel gazed at the dog. "If anything could be too good to be true, he'd beit, " she said slowly. 

Mr. Evringham's pleasure showed in his usually impassive face. 

"Well, isn't it a good thing then that nothing is?" he replied, and hekissed her. 

CHAPTER XVIII

TRUE DELIGHT

When evening came and put a period to that memorable birthday, Topaz was adog of experiences. If he was a happy discovery to Jewel, she was none theless one to him. He was delighted to romp in the fields, where his coatvied with the goldenrod; or to scamper up and down the beach, barkingexcitedly, while his friends jumped or swam through the cool waves. 

Jewel was eager that her horse and dog should become acquainted; so, whenlate in the afternoon Essex Maid and Star were brought out at the customaryhour, saddled and bridled, she performed an elaborate introduction betweenthe jet-black picture pony and the prince among dogs. Star arched his neckand shook his wavy mane as he gazed down at the golden dog with his fullbright eyes. He had seen Topaz before; for the collie had spent the nightin the barn, making sunshine in a shady place as he romped about the man inthe checked suit. 

"Oh, grandpa!" laughed Jewel, as Star pawed the ground, "he looks at Topazjust the way Essex Maid used to look at him when he first came. Just as_scornful_!"

She knelt down on the grass by the pony, in her riding skirt, and Topazinstantly came near, hopefully. He had already learned that by sticking toher closely he was liable to have good sport; but this time businessawaited him. Mr. Evringham watched the pony and dog, with the flaxen-hairedchild between them, and wished he had a kodak. 

"Now, Star and Topaz, you're going to love one another, " said Jewelimpressively. "Shake hands, Topaz. " She held out her hand and the dog satdown and offered a white paw. 

"Good fellow, " said the child. "Now I guess you're going to be surprised, "she added, looking into his yellow eyes. She turned toward the pony, whowas nosing her shoulder, not at all sure that he liked this rival. "Shakehands, Star, " she ordered. 

It took the pony some time to make up his mind to do this. It usually did. He shook his mane and tossed his head; but Jewel kept patting his slenderleg and offering her hand, until, with much gentle pawing and lifting hislittle hoof higher and higher, he finally rested it in the child's hand, although looking away meanwhile, in mute protest. 

"Good Star! Darling Star!" she exclaimed, jumping up and hugging him. "There, Topaz, what do you think of that?" she asked triumphantly. Foranswer the golden dog yawned profoundly, and Mr. Evringham and Jewellaughed together. 

"Such impoliteness!" cried the child. 

"You must excuse him if he is a little conceited, " said the broker. "Heknows Star can't sit up and roll over and jump sticks. "

"Oh, grandpa. " Jewel's face sobered, for this revived a little differenceof opinion between them. "When are you going to let me jump fences?"

"In a few more birthdays, Jewel, a few more, " he replied. 

She turned back to her pets. "I suppose, " she said musingly, "it wouldn'tbe the least use to try to make them shake hands with each other. "

"I suppose not, " returned the broker, and his shoulders shook. "Oh, Jewel, you certainly will make me lose my waist. Here now, time is flying. Mount. "

He lowered his hand, Jewel stepped on it and was in her white saddleinstantly. The collie barked with loud inquiry and plunged hopefully. 

In a minute the horses were off at a good pace. "Come, Topaz!" cried thechild, and the golden dog scampered after them with a will. 

Harry and Julia took a sail in the "Jewel" while the riders were away, otherwise the four had spent the entire day together; and after dinner theyall strolled out of doors to watch the coming of twilight. 

Jewel and her father began a romp on the grass with the dog, and Mr. Evringham and Julia took seats on the piazza. 

The broker watched the group on the lawn in silence for a minute, and thenhe spoke. 

"I was very much impressed by the talk we had last evening, Julia; more soeven than by those that have gone before. Harry really seems veryintelligent on this subject of Christian Science. "

"He is making a conscientious study of it, " returned Julia. 

"You have met my questions and objections remarkably well, " went on Mr. Evringham. "I am willing and glad to admit truth where I once wasskeptical, and I hope to understand much more. One thing I must say, however, I do object to--it is this worship of Mrs. Eddy. I know you don'tcall it that, but what does it matter what you call it, when you all giveher slavish obedience? I should like to take the truth she has presentedand make it more impersonal than you do. What is the need of thinking abouther at all?"

Julia smiled. "Well, ordinary gratitude might come in there. Most of usfeel that she has led us to the living Christ, and helped us to all we haveattained of health and happiness; but one very general mistake that errormakes use of to blind people is that Mrs. Eddy exacts this gratitude. Howwilling everybody is to admit that actions speak louder than words; and yetwho of our opposers ever stop to think how Mrs. Eddy's retired, hard-working life proves the falsity of the charges brought against her. She does wish for our love and gratitude; but it is for our sakes, nothers. Think of any of the great teachers from St. Paul down to the presentday. Who could benefit by the truth voiced by any of them, while he nursedeither contempt or criticism of the personality of the teacher?"

"Yes, " returned Mr. Evringham, "there is strength in that consideration;but this blind following of any suggestion your leader makes looks to metoo much like giving up your own rationality. "

Julia regarded him seriously. "Supposing you were one of a party who had, for long years, searched in vain for gold. You had tried mine after mineonly to find you had not the ability to discriminate between the pricelessand the worthless ore, or to discern the signs of promise that lead torich discovery. Now, supposing another prospector had proved, over and overagain, that he did know the places where treasure was to be found. Supposing he had demonstrated, over and over again, that his judgment anddiscernment never led him astray, and that reward followed his laborunfailingly. Now, what if this wise prospector was willing to help you?Supposing he stated that in certain places, and by certain ways, you couldattain that for which you longed and had striven vainly. When his advice ordirections came to you, from time to time, do you think you would be likelyto stop to haggle or argue over them? No; I think you would hasten tofollow his suggestions, as eagerly and as closely as you were able, andwith a warmly grateful heart. Would that prospector be forcing you? ordoing you a kindness? What are the fruits of Christian Science? What arethe results of the directions of this wise, loving leader who can come soclose to God that He teaches her to help us to come, too. Oh, father, thisobstacle, this foolish argument, meets nearly every one in the path you aretreading, and tries to turn him back. I do hope, for your sake, you willdecline to give that very flabby error-fairy a backbone, or let it detainyou longer. It is marvelous how, without one element of truth or reason, itseems able to hold back so many, and waste their precious time. "

Mr. Evringham was regarding the speaker with close attention. "You are agood special pleader, " he said, when she paused. 

"It is easy to speak the truth, " she answered. 

He nodded thoughtfully. "You have given me a new light on the situation. Isee it now from an entirely new standpoint. "

Here the trio on the lawn came running up the steps, father and childlaughing and panting as hard as Topaz, whose tongue and teeth were all inevidence in the gayety of his grin. 

Harry threw himself into the hammock, and Jewel sat on the floor besideTopaz, who gazed at her from his wistful eyes, his head on the side. Harrylaughed. "Jewel, he looks at you as if he were saying, 'Really, now, youare a person after my own heart. '"

"She is after his heart, too, " said Jewel's mother, "and I'm sure she'llwin it. "

"He likes me already, " declared the child. "Don't you, Topaz?" she askedtenderly, laying her flaxen head with its big bows against the gold of hiscoat. "Oh, there ought to be one more story in my book, " she added, "onefor us to read right now and finish up my birthday. "

"Why not have 'The Golden Dog' again?" suggested Mr. Evringham, from thecomfortable big wicker chair in which he sat watching Jewel and Topaz. "That would be appropriate. "

"Oh, yes, " cried the little girl, looking at her mother. 

"Oh, no, " returned Julia, smiling. "There ought to be a special fresh storyfor a birthday. We might make one now. "

"A new one, mother?" asked Jewel, much pleased. "Could you?"

"No indeed, not alone; but if everybody helped"--

"Oh, yes, " cried Jewel, with more enthusiasm than before. "Grandpa beginbecause he's the oldest, then father, then mother, then--well, me, if Ican think of anything. "

"It's very wrong of you, Jewel, " said the broker, "to remember that I'm theoldest, under these circumstances. What did you tell me this morning?"

The child's head fell to the side and she leaned toward him. "I don't knowhow old you are, " she replied gently; "and it doesn't make any difference. "

"Then let's begin with the youngest, " he suggested. 

"No, " said his daughter, "I think Jewel's plan is the best. You begin, father. " She did not in the least expect that he would consent, but Jewel, her hands resting on Topaz's collar, was looking at the broker lovingly. 

"Grandpa can do just anything, " she declared. 

Mr. Evringham regarded her musingly. "I know only one story, " he said atlast, "and not very far into that one. "

"You don't have to know far, " returned Julia encouragingly, "for Harry hasto begin whenever you say so. "

"Indeed!" put in her husband. "I pity you if you have to listen to me. "

"It's my birthday, you know, grandpa, " urged Jewel. 

"So I've understood, " returned the broker. "Well, just wait a minute till Ihitch up Pegasus. "

"Great Scott!" exclaimed his son. "You aren't in earnest, Julia? You don'texpect me to do anything like that right off the bat!"

"Certainly, I do, " she replied, laughing. 

"Oh, see here, I have an engagement. We're one, you know, and when itcomes to authorship, you're the one. "

"Hush, " returned Julia, "you're disturbing father's muse. "

But Mr. Evringham's ideas, whatever they were, seemed to be at hand. Hesettled back in his chair, his elbows on the arms and his finger-tipstouching. All his audience immediately gave attention. Even Anna Belle hada chair all to herself and fixed an inspiring gaze on the broker. It was tobe hoped that her pride kept her cool, for, in spite of the quiet warmth ofthe September evening, she was enveloped in her new furs, with her handstucked luxuriously in the large muff. 

"Once upon a time, " began Mr. Evringham, "there was an old man. No one hadever told him that it was error to grow old and infirm, and he sometimesfelt about ninety, although he was rather younger. He lived in the Valleyof Vain Regret. The climate of that region has a bad effect on the heart, and his had shriveled up until it was quite small and mean, and hard andcold, at that. 

"The old man wasn't poor; he lived in a splendid castle and had plenty ofservants to wait on him; but he was the loneliest of creatures. He wantedto be lonely. He didn't like anybody, and all he asked of people was thatthey stay away from him and only speak to him when he spoke to them, whichwasn't very often, I assure you. You can easily see that people werewilling to stay away from a cross-grained person like that. Everybody inthe neighborhood was afraid of him. They shivered when he came near, andran off to get into the sunshine; so he was used to seeing visitors passby the fine grounds of his castle with only a scared glance or two in thatdirection, and he wished it to be so. But he was very unhappy all the same. His dried-up heart gave him much discomfort, and then once he had read anold parchment that told of a far different land from Vain Regret. In thatcountry was the Castle of True Delight, and many an hour the man spent inrestless longing to know how he might find it; for--so he read--if a personcould once pass within the portals of that palace, he would never againknow sorrow or discontent, but one happy day would follow another inendless variety and satisfaction. 

"Many a time the man mounted on a spirited horse and rode forth in searchof this castle, and many different paths he took; but every night he camehome discouraged, for no sign could he find of any hope or cheer in thewhole Valley of Vain Regret, and it seemed to him to hold him like aprisoner. 

"One day as he was strolling on the terrace before the castle, in bitterthought, a strange sight met his eyes. A little girl pushed open the greatiron gates which he had thought were locked, and walked toward him. For aminute he was too much amazed at such daring to speak, and the little girlcame forward, smiling as she caught his look. She had dark eyes and herbrown hair curled in her neck. Most people would have remarked her sweetexpression; but the old man turned fierce at sight of her. 

"'Be off, ' he commanded angrily, and he pointed to the gate. 

"She did not cease smiling nor turn away, but came straight on. 

"The little dried heart in the old man's breast began to bounce about at agreat rate in his anger. He turned to a servant who stood near holding inleash two great hounds. 

"'Set the dogs on her, ' he commanded; and though the servant was loath toobey, he dared not refuse, and set free the dogs who, at the master's word, bounded swiftly toward the child. 

"Her loving look did not alter as she saw them coming and she held out herhands to them. When they reached her they licked the little hands withtheir tongues and bent their great heads to her caresses, and so sheadvanced to the man, walking between the hounds, a hand on the neck ofeach. 

"He stared at her dumfounded as she stood before him, her eyes smiling upinto his. Her garments were white and of a strange fashion. 

"'From whence come you?' he asked, when he could speak. 

"'From the Heavenly Country, ' she answered. 

"'And what may be your name?'

"'Purity. '

"'I ordered you out of my grounds!' exclaimed the old man. 

"'I did not hear it, ' returned the child, unmoved. 

"'Don't you fear the dogs?'

"'What is fear?' asked Purity, her eyes wondering. 

"'This is the land of Vain Regret, ' said the man. 'Be off!'

"'This is a beautiful land, ' returned the child. 

"For a moment her fearless obstinacy held him silent, then he thought hewould voice the question that was always with him. 

"'Have you ever heard, in your country, of the Castle of True Delight?' heasked. 

"'Often, ' replied the child. 

"'I wish to go there, ' he declared eagerly. 

"'Then why not?' returned Purity. 

"'I cannot find the way. '

"'That is a pity, ' said the child. 'It is in my country. '

"'And you have seen it?'

"'Oh, many times. '

"'Then you shall show me the way. '

"'Whenever you are ready, ' returned Purity. So saying, she passed him, still accompanied by the hounds, and walked up the steps of the castle andpassed within and out of sight. "

 * * * * *

The story-teller paused. Jewel had risen from her seat on the floor andcome to sit on a wicker hassock at his feet, and Topaz rapped with his tailas she moved. 

"I wish you'd been there, grandpa, to take care of that little girl, " shesaid earnestly, her eyes fixed on his. "What happened next?"

"Ask your father, " was the response. 

Harry Evringham rolled over in the hammock where he lay stretched, until hecould see his daughter's face. She rose again and pulled her hassock closeto him as he continued:--

"As Purity passed into the house, the dogs whined, and the servant callingthem, they ran back to him. The old man stood still, bewildered, for aminute; then he struck his hands together. 

"'It is true, then. Even that child has seen it. I will go to her at once, and we will set forth. '

"So the old man entered the castle, and gave orders that the child who hadjust come in should be found and brought to him. 

"The servants immediately flew to do his bidding, but no child could theyfind. 

"'Lock the gates lest she escape, ' ordered the master. 'She is here. Findher, or off goes every one of your foolish heads. '

"This was a terrible threat. You may be sure the servants ran hither andthither, and examined every nook and corner; but still no little girl couldbe found. The master scowled and fumed, but he considered that if he hadhis servants all beheaded, it would put him to serious inconvenience; so heonly sat down and bit his thumbs, and began to try to think up some new wayto search for the Castle of True Delight. 

"He felt sure the child had told the truth when saying she had beheld it. It was even in the country where she had her home. The man began to seethat he had made a mistake not to treat the stranger more civilly. The verydogs that he kept to drive away intruders had been more hospitable than he. 

"All at once he had a bright thought. The roc, the oldest and wisest of allbirds, lived at the top of the mountain which rose above his castle. 

"'She will tell me the way, ' he said, 'for she knows the world from itsvery beginning. '

"So he ordered that they should saddle and bridle his strongest steed, andup the mountain he rode for many a toilsome hour, until he came to wherethe roc lived among the clouds. 

"She listened civilly to the man's question. 'So you are weary of yourlife, ' she said. 'Many a pilgrim comes to me on the same quest, and I tellthem all the same thing. The obstacles to getting away from the Valley ofVain Regret are many, for there is but one road, and that has difficultiesinnumerable; but the thing that makes escape nearly impossible is thedragon that watches for travelers, and has so many eyes that two of themare always awake. There is one hope, however. If you will examine my wingsand make yourself a similar pair, you can fly above the pitfalls and thedragon's nest, and so reach the palace safely. '

"As she said this, the roc slowly stretched her great wings, and the manexamined them eagerly, above and below. 

"'And in what direction do I fly?' he asked at last. 

"'Toward the rising sun, ' replied the roc; then her wings closed, her headdrooped, and she fell asleep, and no further word could the man get fromher. 

"He rode home, and for many weeks he labored and made others labor, tobuild an air-ship that should carry him out of the Valley of Vain Regret. It was finished at last. It was cleverly fashioned, and had wings as broadas the roc's; but on the day when the man finally stepped within it and setit in motion, it carried him only a short distance outside the castlegates, and then sank to the boughs of a tall tree, and, try as he might, the air-ship could not be made to take a longer flight. 

"His poor shrunken heart fluttered with rage and disappointment. 'I willgo to the wise hermit, ' he said. So he went far through the woods to thehut of the wise hermit, and he told him the same gruesome things about thedifficulties that beset the road out of the Valley of Vain Regret, and saidthat one's only hope lay in tunneling beneath them. 

"So the old man hired a large number of miners, and, setting their faceseastward, they burrowed down into the earth, and blasted and dug a waywhich the man followed, a greater and greater eagerness possessing him witheach step of progress; but just when his hopes were highest, the minersbroke through into an underground cavern, bottomless and black, from whichthey all started back, barely in time to save themselves. It was impossibleto go farther, and the whole company returned by the way they had come, andthe miners were very glad to breathe the air of the upper world again; butthe man's disappointment was bitter. 

"'It is of no use, ' he said, when again he stood on the terrace in front ofhis castle. 'It is of no use to struggle. I am imprisoned for life in theValley of Vain Regret. '"

 * * * * *

Jewel's father paused. She had listened attentively. Now she turned to hergrandfather. 

"Is that the way you think the story went, grandpa?"

Mr. Evringham nodded. "I think it did, " he replied. 

"Then go on, please, father, because I like a lot of happiness in mystories, and I want that man to hurry up and know that--that error ischeating him. "

"Your mother to the rescue, then, " replied Harry Evringham, smiling. 

Jewel turned to look at her mother, and, rising again, picked up herhassock and carried it to the steamer chair in which Mrs. Evringham wasreclining. 

Her mother looked into her serious eyes and nodded reassuringly as shebegan:--

 * * * * *

"As that sorry old man stood there on the terrace, things had never lookedso black to him. He was so tired, so tired of hating. He longed for athousand things, he knew not what, but he was sure they were to be found atthe Castle of True Delight; but he was shut in! There was no way out. As hewas thinking these despairing thoughts and looking about on the sceneswhich had grown hateful to him, he saw something that made him start. Thegreat iron gates leading out of his grounds opened as once before, and alittle girl in white garments came in and moved toward him. His heartleaped at the sight, --and it swelled a bit, too!

"Instead of ordering her off, he hurried toward her and, although hescowled in his eagerness, she smiled and lifted dark eyes that beamedlovingly. 

"'I cannot find my way to your country nor to the Castle of True Delight, 'said the man, 'and I need you to show me. Since you have found your roadhither twice, surely you can go back again. '

"'Yes, easily, ' replied Purity, 'and since you know that you need me, youare ready, and the King welcomes all. '

"'He will not like me, ' said the sorry man, 'because nobody does. '

"'I do, ' replied the child; and at her tone the man's heart swelled alittle more. 

"'There is water in my eyes, ' he said, as if to himself. 'What does thatmean?'

"'It will make you see better, ' replied the child. 'It is the kind of waterthat softens the heart, and that always improves the sight. '

"'Be it so, then. Perhaps I can better see the way; but the road is full ofperils innumerable, child. Have you found some other path?'

"'There is but one, ' replied Purity. 

"'So the roc said, ' declared the man. 'How did you pass the dragon?'

"The child looked up wonderingly. 'I saw no dragon, ' she answered. 

"The man stared at her. 'There are pitfalls and obstacles innumerable, ' herepeated, 'and an ever-wakeful dragon. You passed it in the night, perhaps, and were too small to be observed. '

"'I saw none, ' repeated the child. 

"'Yet I will risk it!' exclaimed the man. 'Rather death than this life. Wait until I buckle on my sword and order our horses. '

"He turned to go, but the child caught his hand. 'We need no horses, ' shesaid, gently, 'and what would you with a sword?'

"'For our defense. '

"The child pressed his hand softly. 'Those who win to True Delight use onlythe sword of spirit, ' she answered. 

"The man frowned at her, but even frowning he wondered. Again came theswelling sensation within his breast, which he could not understand. 

"The child smiled upon him and started toward the heavy gates and the manfollowed. He wondered at himself, but he followed. 

"Emerging into the woodland road, Purity took a path too narrow and deviousfor a horse to tread, but the man saw that it led toward the rising sun. She seemed perfectly sure of her way, and occasionally turned to looksweetly on the pilgrim whose breast was beginning to quake at thought ofthe difficulties to come. No defense had he but his two hands, and no guidebut this gentle, white-robed child in her ignorant fearlessness. Indeed itwas worse than being alone, for he must defend her as well as himself. Shewas so young and helpless, and she had looked love at him. With thisthought the strange water stood again in his eyes and the narrow heart inhis bosom swelled yet more. 

"The forest thickened and deepened. Sharp thorns sprang forth and at lastformed a network before the travelers. 

"'You will hurt yourself, Purity!' cried the man. 'Let me go first, ' andpushing by the little child, he tried to break the thorny branches andforce a way; but his hands were torn in vain; and seeing the hopelessness, after a long struggle, he turned sadly to his guide. 

"'I told you!' he said. 

"'Yes, ' she answered, and the light from her eyes shone upon the tangle. 'On this road, force will avail nothing; but there are a thousand helps forhim who treads this path with me. '

"As she spoke, an army of bright-eyed little squirrels came fleetly intothe thicket and gnawed down thorns and briers before the pilgrims, untilthey emerged safely into an open field. 

"'A heart full of thanks, little ones, ' called Purity after them as theyfled. 

"'Why did they do that for us?' asked the astonished man. 

"'Because they know I love them, ' replied the child, and she moved forwardlightly beside her companion. 

"They had walked for perhaps half an hour when a sound of rushing waterscame to their ears, and they soon reached a broad river. There was nobridge and the current was deep and swift. 

"The man gazed at the roaring torrent in dismay. 'Oh, child, behold theflood! Even if I could build a raft, we should be carried out to sea, andno swimmer could stem that tide with you in his arms. How ever came youacross by yourself?'

"'Love helped me, ' answered Purity. 

"'Alas, it will not help me, ' said the man. 'I know Hate better. '

"'But you are becoming acquainted with Love, else you would not look on meso kindly, ' returned the child. 'Have faith and come to the shore. ' She puther little hand in his and he held it close, and together they walked tothe edge of the rushing river. Suddenly its blackness was touched andtwinkling with silver which grew each instant more compact and solid, and, without a moment's hesitation, Purity stepped upon the silver path, drawingwith her the man, who marveled to see that countless large fish, with theirnoses toward the current and their fins working vigorously, were offeringtheir bodies as a buoyant bridge, over which the two passed safely. 

"'A thousand thanks, dear ones, ' said Purity, as they reached the fartherbank; and instantly there was a breaking and twinkling of the silver, andthe rushing water swallowed up the kindly fish. 

"The man, speechless with wonder, moved along beside his guide, and fromtime to time she sang a little song, and as she sang he could feel hisheart swelling and there was a strange new happiness born in it, whichseemed to answer her song though his lips were mute. 

"And then Purity talked to him of her King and of the rich delights whichwere ever poured out to him who once found the path to the HeavenlyCountry; and the man listened quite eagerly and humbly and clung to Purityas to his only hope. 

"When night fell he feared to close his eyes lest the child slip away fromhim; but she smiled at his fears. 

"'I can never leave you while you want me, ' she answered; 'beside, I do notwish to, for I love you. Do you forget that?'

"At this the man lay down quite peacefully. His heart was full and soft, and the strange water that filled his eyes overflowed upon his cheeks. 

"In the morning they ate fruits and berries, and pursued their journey, andit was not long before another of the obstacles which the roc and thehermit had foretold threatened to end their pilgrimage. It was a chasm thatfell away so steeply and was so deep and wide that, looking into the depthsbelow, the man shuddered and started back. Before he had time to utter hisdismay, a large mountain deer appeared noiselessly before the travelers. The man started eagerly, but as the creature's bright, wild gaze met his, it vanished as silently and swiftly as it had come. 

"'Ah, why was that?' exclaimed Purity. 'Felt you an unloving thought?'

"''Twas a fine deer. Had I but possessed a bow and arrow, I could havetaken it!' returned the man, with excitement. 

"'To what end?' asked Purity, her wondering eyes sad. 'One does not gainthe Heavenly Country by slaying. We must wait now, until Love drives outall else. '

"The repentant man hung his head and looked at the broad chasm. 'Would thatI had not willed to kill the creature, ' he said, 'for I am loath to lose myown life, and it is less good than the deer's. '

"Purity smiled upon him and slid her hand into his, and again the deerbounded before them, followed this time by its mate. 

"The child fondled them. 'Mount upon its back, ' she said to the man, indicating the larger animal. He obeyed, though with trembling, while thesmaller deer kneeled to the child and she took her seat. 

"Then the creatures planted their feet unerringly and stepped to a lowerjutting point of rock, from whence with flying leaps they bridged the chasmand scrambled to firm earth on the other side. 

"'Our hearts' best thanks, loved ones, ' said Purity, as the deer boundedaway. 

"The man was trembling. 'I have slain many of God's creatures for mypleasure, ' he faltered. 'May He forgive me!'

"'If you do so no more you will forgive yourself; but only so, ' returnedPurity. 

"They moved along again and the man spoke earnestly and humbly of thewonders that had befallen them. 

"'To Love, all things are possible, ' returned the child; 'but to Loveonly;' and her companion listened to all she said, with a full heart. 

"By noon that day, an inaccessible cliff stared the travelers in the face. Its mighty crags bathed their feet in a deep pool, and up, up, for hundredsof feet, ran a smooth wall of rock in which no one might find a foothold. 

"The man stared at it in silence, and it seemed to frown back inexorably. His companion watched his face and read its mute hopelessness. 

"'Have you still--_still_ no faith?' she asked. 

"'I cannot see how'--stammered the man. 

"'No, you cannot see how--but what does that matter?' asked the child. 'Letus eat now, ' and she sat down, and the man with her, and they ate of thefruits and nuts she had gathered along the way and carried in her whitegown. 

"While they ate, a pair of great eagles circled slowly downward out of theblue sky, nor paused until they had alighted near the travelers. 

"'Welcome, dear birds, ' said Purity. 'You know well the Heavenly Country, and we seek your help to get there, for we have no wings to fly above thoserocky steeps. '

"The eagles nestled their heads within her little hands, in token ofobedience, and when she took her seat upon one, the man obeyed her sign andtrusted himself upon the outstretched wings of the other. 

"Up, up, soared the great birds, over the sullen pool, up the sheer rock. Up, and still up, with sure and steady flight, until, circling once again, the eagles alighted gently upon a land strewn with flowers. 

"The man and his guide stood upon the green earth, and Purity kissed herhands gratefully to the eagles as they circled away and out of sight. 

"'This is a beautiful country, ' said the man, and he gathered a whiteflower. 

"'Yes, ' returned Purity, smiling on him, 'you begin to see it now. '"

 * * * * *

Mrs. Evringham paused. Jewel's eyes were fixed on her unwinkingly. "Go on, please, mother, " she said. 

"I think I've told enough, " replied Mrs. Evringham. 

"Oh, but you finish it, mother. You can tell it just beautifully. "

"Thank you, dear, but I think it is your turn. "

"Yes, Jewel, " said her father, "it's up to you now. "

"But I don't think a little girl _can_ tell stories to grown-up people. "

"Oh, yes, on her birthday she can, " returned her father. "Go on, we're alllistening; no one asleep except Topaz. "

Jewel's grandfather had been watching her absorbed face all the time, between his half-closed lids. "I think they've left the hardest part of allto you, Jewel, " he said, --"to tell about the dragon. "

"Oh, no-o, " returned the child scornfully, "that part's easy. "

The broker raised his eyebrows. "Indeed?" he returned. 

In honor of her birthday, Jewel was arrayed in her silk dress. The whiteribbons, Anna Belle's gift, were billowing out behind her ears. Shepresented the appearance, as she sat on the wicker hassock, of a person whohad had little experience with dragons. 

"Well, " she said, after a pause, smiling at her grandfather and lifting hershoulders, "shall I try, then?"

"By all means, " returned the broker. 

So Jewel folded her hands in her silken lap and began in her light, sweetvoice:--

 * * * * *

"When the man looked around on the flowers and lovely trees and brooks, hesaid, 'This is a beautiful land. '

"And Purity answered: 'I'm glad that you see it is. You remember I told youit was. '

"'It was the Valley of Vain Regret we were talking about then, ' said theman. 'If you had known more about it, you wouldn't have called _that_beautiful. '

"Then the little girl smiled because she knew something nice that the mandidn't know yet; but he was going to. 

"So they journeyed along and journeyed along through pleasant places, andwhile they walked, Purity told the man about the great King--how loving Hewas and everything like that, and the man had hold of her hand and listenedjust as hard as he could, for he felt sure she was telling the truth; andit made him glad, and his heart that had been wizzled up just like a fig, had grown to be as big as--oh, as big as a watermelon, and it was full ofnice feelings. 

"'I'm happy, Purity, ' he said to the little girl. 

"I'm glad, ' she answered, and she squeezed his hand back again, because sheloved him now as much as if he was her grandpa. 

"Well, they went along, and along, and at last they came to some woods anda narrow path through them. The man was beginning to think they might needthe squirrels again, when suddenly"--Jewel paused and looked around on herauditors whose faces she could barely see in the gathering dusk, --"suddenlythe man thought he saw the dragon he had heard so much about; and heshivered and hung back, but Purity walked along and wondered what was thematter with him. 

"'There's the dragon!' he said, in the most _afraid_ voice, and he hungback on the girl's hand so hard that she couldn't move. 

"When she saw how he looked, she patted him. 'I don't see anything, ' shesaid, 'only just lovely woods. '

"'Oh, Purity, come back, come back, we can't go any farther!' said the man, and his eyes kept staring at something among the trees, close by. 

"'What do you see?' asked the little girl. 

"'A great red dragon with seven heads and ten horns!' answered the man, andhe pulled on her again, to go back with him. 

"'Dear me, ' said Purity, 'is that old make-believe thing ground here, trying to cheat you? I've heard about it. '

"'It would make anybody afraid, ' said the man. 'It has seven heads and itcould eat us up with any one of them. '

"'Yes, it could, if it was there, ' said Purity, 'but there isn't any suchthing, to _be_ there. The King of the country is all-powerful and He knowswe're coming, and He _wants_ us to come. Hasn't He taken care of us all theway and helped us over every hard place? Shouldn't you think you'd _know_by this time that we're being taken care of?'

"'Oh, dear!' said the man, 'I shall never see the Heavenly Country, nor thecastle, nor know what true delight is; for no one could get by thatdragon!'

"Purity felt bad because his face was the sorriest that you ever saw, andhis voice sounded full of crying. So she put her arms around him. 'Nowdon't you feel that way;' she said, 'everything is just as happy as it wasbefore. There isn't any dragon there. Tell me where you see him. '

"So the man pointed to the foot of a great tree close by. 

"'All right, ' said Purity, 'I'll go and stand right in front of that treeuntil you get 'way out of the woods, and then I'll run and catch up withyou. '

"The man stooped down and put his arms around the girl just as lovingly asif she was his own little grandchild. 

"'I can't do that, ' he said; 'I'd rather the dragon would eat me up thanyou. You run, Purity, and I'll stay; and when he tries to catch you, I'llthrow myself in front of him. But kiss me once, dear, because we've beenvery happy together. '

"Purity kissed him over and over again because she was so happy about hisgoodness, and she saw the tears in his eyes, that are the kind that makepeople see better. She _knew_ what the man was going to see when he stoodup again. "

The story-teller paused a moment, but no one spoke, although she looked ateach one questioningly; so she continued:--

"Well, he was the most _surprised_ man when he got up and looked around. 

"'The dragon has gone!' he said. 

"'No, he hasn't, ' said Purity, and she just hopped up and down, she was soglad. 'He hasn't gone, because he wasn't there!'

"'He _isn't_ there!' said the man, over and over. 'He _isn't_ there!' andhe looked so happy--oh, as happy as if it was his birthday or something. 

"So they walked along out into the sunshine again, and sweeter flowers thanever were growing all around them, and a bird that was near began singing anew song that the man had never heard. 

"There was a lovely green mountain ahead of them now. 'Purity, ' said theman, for something suddenly came into his head, 'is this the HeavenlyCountry?'

"'Yes, ' said Purity, and she clapped her hands for joy because the man knewit was. 

"They walked along and the bird's notes were louder and sweeter. 'I_think_, said the man softly, 'I think he is singing the song of truedelight. '

"'He is, ' said Purity. 

"So, when they had walked a little farther still, they began to see asplendid castle at the foot of the mountain. 

"'Oh, ' said the man, just as happily as anything, 'is that home at_last_!'

"'Yes, ' said Purity, 'it is the Castle of True Delight. '

"The man felt young and strong and he walked so fast the little girl had toskip along to keep up with him, and the bird flew around their heads andsang 'Love, love, love; _true_ delight, _true_ delight, ' just as _plain_. "

 * * * * *

Jewel gave the bird-song realistically, then she unclasped her hands. "Mother, " she said, turning to Mrs. Evringham, "now you finish the story. Will you?"

"Yes, indeed, I know the rest, " returned Mrs. Evringham quietly, and shetook up the thread:--

 * * * * *

"As the man and Purity drew near to the great gates before the castle, these flew open of their own accord, and the travelers entered. Drawingnear the velvet green of the terraces, a curious familiarity in the fairscene suddenly impressed the man. He stared, then frowned, then smiled. Agreat light streamed across his mind. 

"'Purity, ' he asked slowly, 'is this my castle?'

"'Yes, ' she answered, watching him with eyes full of happiness. 

"'And will you live with me here, my precious child?'

"'Always. The great King wills it so. '

"'But what--where--where is the Valley of Vain Regret?'

"Purity shook her head and her clear eyes smiled. 'There is no Valley ofVain Regret, ' she answered. 

"'But I lived in it, ' said the man. 

"'Yes, before you knew the King, our Father. There is no vain regret forthe King's child. '

"'Then I--I, too, am the King's child?' asked the man, his face amazed butradiant, for he began to understand a great many things. 

"'You, too, ' returned Purity, and she nestled to him and he held her closewhile the bird hovered above their heads and sang with clear sweetness, 'Love, love, love; true delight, true, true, _true_ delight. '"

 * * * * *

The story-teller ceased. Jewel saw that the tale was finished. She jumpedup from the hassock and clapped her hands. Then she ran to Mr. Evringhamand climbed into his lap. It was so dark now on the veranda that she couldscarcely see his face. But he put his arms around her and gathered her toher customary resting place on his shoulder. "Wasn't that _lovely_, grandpa? Did you think your story was going to end that way?"

He stroked her flaxen hair in silence for a few seconds before replying, then he answered, rather huskily:--

"I hoped it would, Jewel. "

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