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Updated: July 12, 2025
The park was still but for the bird notes, the laughter and babble of the brook far below, and the rustle of the fresh leaves, each one a transparency for a sunbeam. The two were silent for a minute, Jewel's radiant eyes seeking the pensive ones of her companion. "Do you hear?" she asked softly at last. "What?" he returned. "It is cousin Eloise's Spring Song."
"I noticed when I came," she said at last, apologetically, "that nobody here seemed to love one another; and the house was so grand and the people were so beautiful that I couldn't understand; and I called it Castle Discord." Eloise gave a little exclamation. "I call it the icebox," she returned. Jewel's face lighted. "That's it, that's all it is," she said eagerly. "It's easy to melt ice.
There were many other churchmen of less importance who at one time or another during the Marian period visited Zurich. These details I owe to Professor Burr. Various dates have been assigned for Jewel's sermon, but it can be determined approximately from a passage in the discourse.
It seemed to him a very long time since he had done anything he wished to; but a little hand was pulling eagerly at his, and mechanically he followed out to where the brisk spring wind ruffled the river and assaulted his hat. He jerked his hand from Jewel's to hold it in place. "Isn't this beautiful!" cried the child joyfully, as the boat steamed on. "Can you do this every day, grandpa?" "What?
Who could be hard upon a dean while wandering round the sweet close of Hereford, and owning that in that precinct, tone and colour, design and form, solemn tower and storied window, are all in unison, and all perfect! Who could lie basking in the cloisters of Salisbury, and gaze on Jewel's library and that unequalled spire, without feeling that bishops should sometimes be rich!
Busby'll leave anything when he knows it's the Maid." He didn't need to say "hurry." Zeke was as anxious as his master to get the veterinary surgeon. Essex Maid had fallen in her stall and was making her misery apparent, tossing her head and rolling her eyes. Her master's teeth were set. "Grandpa, may I try to help?" came Jewel's eager voice. "Go away, child," sternly. "You'll get hurt."
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.
There wouldn't be any pleasant side to it." Jewel's thoughtful face brightened. "Except for the little fishes and water-creatures that would rush out to sea. It's fun for them. Mustn't they be surprised when that happens, grandpa?" "I should think so! Do you suppose the wind gives them any warning, or any time to pack?" Jewel laughed.
Mary V watched him for a minute, turned to survey the country to the southwest, and discerned far off on the horizon a wavering speck which she rightly guessed was the stage. She rode straight down the ridge to the mail box, grimly determined to let no little clue to Johnny Jewel's insufferable behavior escape her.
The company sat in listening expectancy; and the big-waisted man, whose eyes had long ago sought refuge in the fire, lifted them and said, satirically, "Go on," at the same time trying to buy his way out with a smile. "It's your turn," quickly responded the jewel's owner, with something droll in his manner that made the company laugh at the other's expense.
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