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The glowing color lent a wonderful touch to the girl's beauty. Mrs. Evringham laughed low at the fascinated look in the plain little face, and luncheon began. To Jewel it differed much from the ones that had preceded it. Mrs.
His mother regarded his shock of light hair with repressed fondness. "It was a big responsibility I took when I asked Mr. Evringham to let you try the place," she said solemnly, "and I'm going to do my best to help you fill it.
"Why, you're all daffy about that child. What is the attraction?" "That's what I'm trying to find out. It's time for me to go up now and braid her hair and read the lesson." Mrs. Evringham regarded her daughter.
Zeke stopped in his mad career and returned his mother's stare for a silent moment. "And not a dungeon on the place probably!" he exclaimed at last. "Just like some folks' shiftlessness." "They asked it. They asked Mr. Evringham if that girl couldn't ride Essex Maid while he was in the city!" 'Zekiel lifted his eyebrows politely. "Where are their remains to be interred?" he inquired with concern.
He felt somewhat embarrassed and was glad they had reached the ferry. "We're going on a boat, aren't we?" she asked when they had passed through the gate. "Yes, and we can make this boat if we hurry." Mr. Evringham suddenly felt a little hand slide into his.
"Not when I want to get it out," he answered shortly. "How can mother, how can mother!" thought Eloise helplessly. "There is decided spring in the air to-day," said Mrs. Evringham. "I remember of old how charmingly spring comes in the park." "You have a good memory," returned Mr. Evringham dryly. "Why do you say that?" asked the pretty widow, lifting large, innocent eyes.
It was remarkably lifelike, and the broker regarded it with a satisfaction none 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 her grandfather's eyes, lifted her shoulders. What did her mother know of their secret! Mr. Evringham smoothed his mustache.
"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 chair eagerly, and the others took their places.
At the broker's voice, the dog walked up to him and wagged his feathery tail. Jewel's eager hands went out to touch him, but Mr. Evringham held her back. "He's a friendly fellow," he went on; then continued to the man, "Would you like 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've sold him once.
Evringham must have constrained himself for Harry's sake. Her thoughts flowed on and had passed to business and all that awaited them in Chicago, when her husband rejoined her. She rose from the bed as he came in, 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.
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