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"She has wonderful assurance for such a plain little monkey," went on Mrs. Evringham. "She has extremely good breeding," returned her daughter, coming to the window and following Jewel's retreating figure with her eyes, "and a charming face when she smiles." "Very well. Look out for yourself, then.
"All those good people won't shut them up in cages then, I fancy." "No, I don't believe they will," replied Jewel. "But about those turtles," continued her grandfather. "How would you like it next spring for me to get some for you for the brook?" Jewel's eyes sparkled. "Wouldn't that be the most fun?" she returned, "but then there's summer again," she added, sobering.
"But One that would be any good to us! Jewel's mother thinks she knows such a One, and so does the child. I wish you'd look into this Christian Science with me. You might find it better than getting grandfather to pay our bills, better than marrying me to Dr. Ballard." Mrs. Evringham raised her eyes to her deity. "What have I ever done," she ejaculated, "that I should have a queer child!
Jewel's face sobered, for this revived a little difference of opinion between them. "When are you going to let me jump fences?" "In a few more birthdays, Jewel, a few more," he replied. She turned back to her pets. "I suppose," she said musingly, "it wouldn't be the least use to try to make them shake hands with each other." "I suppose not," returned the broker, and his shoulders shook.
Oh, I see, you've spread them out very nicely; but those shoes I shall have to have them cleaned and polished for you. Now go to sleep as quick as you can and have a long night's rest. I'm sure the next time you go out you won't be so careless." Jewel's eyes followed the speaker as she bustled about and at last took up the tray. "Will you kiss me good-night, Mrs. Forbes?" asked the child.
He would be a dear if it wasn't for his silly little old bossy wife! But he doesn't intend to live anywhere near us. His home is off in California, and he's going back next week. He's only waiting to see us settled somewhere before he goes back; so you needn't worry about Aunt Jewel's morals. We'll take good care of her. But isn't he a dear? He was my Grandfather Leslie's best friend."
Her heart was in a tumult of happiness and also of curiosity as to her child's experiences in the last two months. Jewel's letters had conveyed that she was content, and joy in her pony had been freely expressed.
"Thank you, dear, but I think it is your turn." "Yes, Jewel," said her father, "it's up to you now." "But I don't think a little girl can tell stories to grown-up people." "Oh, yes, on her birthday she can," returned her father. "Go on, we're all listening; no one asleep except Topaz." Jewel's grandfather had been watching her absorbed face all the time, between his half-closed lids.
Forbes's glance immediately noted the presence of Anna Belle. She took her from Jewel's arms and placed her on a remote corner of the sideboard, in the middle of which glowed the American Beauty roses. Mrs. Evringham approached them with solicitude. "They're looking finely, Mrs. Forbes," she said suavely. "You surely understand the care of roses."
"It must be that some one has come over from one of those fine homes across the pond." Privately, she was a little surprised by the manner in which Mr. Evringham was making himself at home. He set the mast in its place and then, his arms akimbo, stood regarding Jewel's tense, sun-browned countenance and sparkling eyes.
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