Jewels Story Book | Page 3

Mr. Evringham say?"
"He went away before I had a chance to ask him." Jewel looked
wistfully toward the chair where the doll sat by the window, toeing in,

her sweet gaze fixed on the wall-paper. "She would enjoy it so!" added
the little girl.
"Oh, it's a tiresome trip for children, such late hours," returned Mrs.
Forbes persuasively. "Beside," with an inspiration, "you'd like your
hands free to help your mother carry her bags, wouldn't you?"
"That's so," responded Jewel. "Anna Belle would always give up
anything for her grandma!" and as the housekeeper finished tying the
hair bows, the little girl skipped over to the chair and knelt before the
doll, explaining the situation to her with a joyous incoherence mingled
with hugs and kisses from which the even-tempered Anna Belle
emerged apparently dazed but docile.
"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;
and indeed, when Jewel was arrayed, she viewed herself in the mirror
with satisfaction.
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
expected to have till to-morrow night to get all the things done that Mr.
Evringham told me to, but I guess I can get through."
Jewel and Zeke had ample time for the train. Indeed, the little girl's
patience was somewhat tried before the big headlight came in view.
She could not do such injustice to her silk dress and daisy-wreathed
leghorn hat as to hop and skip, so she stood demurely with Zeke on the
station platform, 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
just whirled 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 high
step. The fact that she found a seat by the window added a ray to her
shining eyes. Her companion took the place beside her.
"Yes," he went on, as the train started, "it's kind of hard on the rest of
us 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 replied
with 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 then
she's pretty."
"That's probably the reason your grandfather likes to see you
around--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
to be ructions around here the next week."

"What's ructions?"
"Well, some folks might call it error. I don't know. Mr. Evringham's
going to be pretty busy with his own nose. It's going to be put out of
joint to-night. The green-eyed monster's going to get on the rampage,
or I miss my guess."
Jewel looked up doubtfully. Zeke was a joker, of course, being a man,
but what 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
that her 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 you needn't think grandpa does, because he doesn't."
"Mr. Evringham's all right," agreed Zeke, "but he isn't going to be the
only pebble any longer. Your father and mother will be the whole thing
now."
The child was thoughtful a moment, then she began earnestly: "Oh, I'm
sure grandpa knows how it is about loving. The more people you love,
the more you can love. I can love father and mother more because I've
learned to love grandpa, and he can love them more too, because he has
learned to love me."
"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 any
such liberties. Whoa!" drawing on imaginary reins as the engine

slackened at a station.
Jewel laughed, and from