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Updated: July 12, 2025
"She used to sit here in the prettiest lace wrapper I was never in this room before except two or three times," Jewel's awed tone changed, "but now my own mother lives here! and cousin Eloise would love to know it and to know that I have her room. I mean to write her about it." "You must take me upstairs pretty soon and let me see the chamber that was yours.
She had not thought of the possibilities of that open tablet falling into other hands than Johnny Jewel's. "Hyah! You gol-darn witless wight," bawled Bud Norris, and slapped Bill Hayden on the back and roared. "Hee-yah! Skyrider! When yo' all git done kissin' Venus's snow-white hand, come and listen at what's been wrote for yo' all by Mary V! Whoo-ee!
"If I felt any better I couldn't stand it." As he was speaking, a strange man in a checked suit came around the corner of the house. Jewel's eyes grew larger and she straightened up. "Oh, grandpa, look!" she said softly, and then jumped off the seat to see better.
The mother's mental picture of the stiff, cold individual to whose doubtful mercies she had confided her child at such short notice had been softened by the references to him in Jewel's letters; and it was with a shock of disappointment that she found herself repulsed now by the same unyielding personality, the same cold-eyed, unsmiling, fastidiously dressed figure, whose image had lingered in her memory.
Evringham shook the drops from his head. "Get Jewel's rubber please, Zeke," he said, pointing with his thumb over his shoulder. "I was Cinderella," cried the child gayly. "That's my glass slipper out there in the mud." Zeke would have liked to joke with her, but that was an impossibility in the august presence. He cast a curious glance at the little girl as he left the barn.
You know mother isn't your real relation, grandpa," the child's head fell to one side apologetically. Mr. Evringham stroked his mustache; but instantly he turned grave again. His eyes met Jewel's. "I think, as you say, it would be rather a convenience to us if your mother had some one to play with, too. Suppose we send for him, eh?" "Oh, let's," cried the child joyfully.
How different was to be the future of her little girl from anything she had planned in her rosiest moments of hopefulness. The more she saw of Mr. Evringham's absorbed attachment to the child, the more grateful she was for the manner in which he had guarded Jewel's simplicity, the self-restraint with which he had abstained from loading her with knickknacks or fine clothes.
From Jewel's seat beside her grandfather she could see her namesake glinting in the sun and gracefully rising and falling on the waves in the gentle breeze. They had all taken comfortable positions and Mrs. Evringham was finding the places in the books. Mr. Evringham spoke quite loudly: "Well, this is a fine morning, surely, fine." "It is that," agreed Harry, stretching his long legs luxuriously.
Within both receptacles were Jewel's belongings, neatly arranged. "This is odd!" he added. "Grandpa, grandpa!" cried the child, rushing at him and clasping her arms around his waist. "You're going to let me sleep down here by father and mother!" Mr. Evringham regarded her unsmilingly. Jewel's parents both looked on, more than half expecting a snub to meet the energetic onslaught.
We're going to have the jolliest time you ever heard of!" Jewel's little handkerchief was wet and Mr. Evringham put his own into her hand and they went into the lavatory where she used the wet corner of a towel while he told her about the photographer who had taken Essex Maid's picture and should take Star's.
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