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"Oh father, that dear horse is all right, I'm sure," gushed Mrs. Evringham, "or else you wouldn't be here!" "What? Something the matter with Essex Maid?" asked Dr. Ballard with concern. "Yes." Mr. Evringham seated himself. "A sharp attack, but short. She was relieved before we could get Busby here." The speaker contracted his eyebrows and looked at the child, who was still beside him.
"Horse fell down. Devil of a time! Roses for your wife." Harry grasped the box, touched his father's hand, kissed the child, and strode up the plank amid the frowns of officials. Jewel's eager eyes followed him, then, as he disappeared, lifted again to her mother, who smiled and waved her hand to Mr. Evringham. The latter raised his hat and took the occasion to wipe his heated brow.
Forbes had already decided, from small signs of assurance, that this Western child was bold. "Give her an inch, and she'll take an ell," she had said to herself. "I know her sort." "Do you mean the doll?" she returned. "Put it down anywhere. You must never bring it to the table. Mr. Evringham wouldn't like it."
It is marvelous how, without one element of truth or reason, it seems able to hold back so many, and waste their precious time." Mr. Evringham was regarding the speaker with close attention. "You are a good 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.
Evringham stepped gingerly after her, seeking for dry spots for his canvas shoes. "I think," said the child joyfully, as they pushed off, "when the winds and waves 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 the oars. "Oh, grandpa, you can tell stories like any thing!" exclaimed Jewel admiringly.
"No." "Oh, tell me, mother, I can't wait." Mrs. Evringham put the little girl down from her lap and going to the trunk took from it the only article it still contained. It was a long, flat book with pasteboard covers tied at the back with little ribbons. As she again took her seat in the big chair, Jewel leaned against its arm. "It's a scrap-book full of pictures," she said, with interest.
How much do you think Dr. Ballard's bill will be?" "I think it will take every cent you have left," returned Mr. Evringham, gravely, curious to hear what his granddaughter would say in this dilemma. Her reply came promptly and even eagerly. "Well, that's all right, because Divine Love will send me more if I need it." "Indeed? How can you be sure?" Jewel smiled at him affectionately.
"There, Eloise, you heard that? It's just as I thought. He is taking a fancy to her." The girl smiled without turning her head. "Oh no, that wasn't your prophecy, mother. You said she was too plain to have a chance with our fastidious host." "Well, didn't she look forlorn last night at the dinner table?" demanded Mrs. Evringham, a challenge in her voice. "Indeed she did, the poor baby.
He handed it to the child, who began to wonder if she was dreaming. I have come to belong to you, and my name is STAR. It was astonishing what a large, round penmanship the pony possessed. There was no possibility of mistaking a word. Jewel read the note over twice as she stood there, the long, scant skirt, making her look tall. Mr. Evringham stood watching her. His part in the comedy was played.
She was trying heroically to stifle the sobs that were shaking her from head to foot. "Jewel, Jewel, child!" ejaculated her grandfather, much dismayed. "Come, come, what's this?" He drew her with a strong hand, and she deserted the pony, much to the latter's relief, and clasping Mr. Evringham as high up as she could reach, began bedewing his vest buttons with her tears.
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