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How do you spell it, grandpa?" Mr. Evringham told her, and added dryly, "That was rather too strong language for Mrs. Forbes to apply to the fact." "Yes," replied the child. "I knew it was a hating word." Then without further parley she squared her elbows on the table and bent over her sheet of paper.
Ballard is here. We might be interrupted. You can go, 'Zekiel." The young fellow needed no second invitation, but turned and mounted the stairway that led to the chambers above. Mr. Evringham took from his pocket a bunch of papers, and selecting a letter handed it to Mrs. Forbes, motioning her to the battered chair, which was still in evidence.
"If you'll excuse me differing with you, Mr. Evringham, I don't think that child's got a shy bone in her body. In the trolley car yesterday, didn't she make up to a perfect stranger! She eyed him and fingered that little gold pin she wears, till he smiled and touched one of the same pattern in his own cravat. Young as she is, she's some kind of a free mason or secret society, you may be sure.
"And you don't want it cut off, eh?" "No; and mother wouldn't either. So it would be error, and I'm sure I could learn to fix it better than I did to-night, if you would tie the bows. Just try one right now, grandpa." "With the house full of women!" gasped Mr. Evringham.
"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. Evringham did 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 her business." "She has done so, sir," but Masterson did not stop grinning.
You're pretty near done for, my young feller, and your eyes look willing, I must say." The spring rain proved to be a protracted storm. Mr. Evringham made his hours long in the city. Eloise came up to Jewel's room each morning and read the lesson with her, always reading on to herself after it was finished.
"Dear fellow," thought Mrs. Evringham, "how fond he is of children! I'd like to put Eloise in a strait-jacket. Do play some more, dear, won't you?" she said aloud, eager to return to safe ground. "Oh yes, cousin Eloise," added Jewel ardently. "If you will sing afterward. Will you?" asked the girl. "Can you sing, Jewel?" asked Mr. Evringham. "No, grandpa, nothing but the tunes in church."
Evringham refrained from looking at his daughter-in-law. He suspected that she knew better. "Look at all this white sand," he said. "This was put here for babies like you 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.
Evringham, examining the snowflake between the full, bright eyes. "He's the prettiest pony I ever saw, Jewel. Did your grandpa 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.
Evringham. "Harry was so glad to receive your permission. We had made arrangements for her provisionally with friends in Chicago, but we were desirous that she should have this opportunity to see her father's home and know you." Mr. Evringham thought with regret of those friends in Chicago.
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