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Then suddenly the leghorn hat was on the floor, daisy side down, while she climbed into his lap and her soft cheek buried itself under Mr. Evringham's ear. "How m-many m-miles off is Chicago?" stammered the child, trying to repress her sobs, all happy considerations suddenly lost in the realization of her grandfather's lonely lot. "A good many more than it ought to be. Don't cry, Jewel."
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, and rested her cheek on the flaxen head. "Darling," she went on softly, "think what Divine Love has done for mother, to bring her here!
'Then will you ask him, please, said I very polite, 'before I give you the keys, because we've got into habits here. I've taken care of Mr. Evringham's clothes for fifteen years. She looked kind of set back. 'Is it so long? she asks. 'Well, I will see about it. But I guess the right time for seeing about it never came," added the housekeeper knowingly.
Evringham's horseback rides in these days were apt to be accompanied by the stories, which Jewel related to him with much enthusiasm while they cantered through wood-roads, and it is safe to say that the tales furnished full as much entertainment at second hand as they had at first.
Eloise gave the ghost of a smile. "It would be a long story, and I scarcely think you would understand." "I think I could obey you better if you would tell me." "Very well. We, my mother and I, are not Mr. Evringham's real relations, to put it as you do, and we have come here because my poor father lost his money and we have nowhere else to go.
"Be what?" asked Jewel, looking up at him with a certain reproachful surprise. "You wouldn't, eh?" "Why, grandpa!" "Well, I believe it would do well enough, since you don't mind. Zeke is going to meet this train. I'll tell the conductor to see that you get off at Bel-Air, and when you do, ask for Mr. Evringham's coachman. You'll see Zeke, a light-haired man driving a brown horse in a brougham.
Evringham's eyes plain as I see you now. Zeke Forbes, you'll never know what it was to me to have you come in and speak the way you did. You couldn't have done it if you'd mistreated the horse any way." "Thank you," returned the coachman emphatically. "I ain't monkeying with buzz saws this year." "Not knowingly you wouldn't. But, child," Mrs.
You know you're the only real relation I have in the castle" Here Mrs. Forbes's entrance with the coffee interrupted the confidence, and Jewel, with a last surreptitious squeeze of Mr. Evringham's neck, intended to finish her sentence eloquently, left him and went to her chair. "You're to sit here this morning," said Mrs. Forbes, indicating the place opposite her employer. "Mrs.
They had scarcely had a minute alone together since Mrs. Evringham's arrival, and when the last wave had been sent toward the head leaning out of the brougham window, mother and child went up the broad staircase together, pausing before the tall clock whose chime had grown so familiar to Jewel since that chilling day when Mrs. Forbes warned her not to touch it.
"So you will, I should think, if you're going to wear them in the house as well as out." It was against Mr. Evringham's principles to smile before breakfast, at all events at any one except Essex Maid; but the large, shiny overshoes that looked like overgrown beetles, and Jewel's optimistic determination to make him happy, even offset his painful arm. "The house doesn't leak anywhere," he said.
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