ht have known that I was only waiting
until that--that giantess went away. She wouldn't let me bring you down
to dinner, dearie, but you didn't miss anything. Poor grandpa, I don't
wonder any longer that he doesn't look happy. He has the sorriest people
all around him that you ever saw. He lives in a big, beautiful castle,
but it's Castle Discord. I named it that at dinner. Nobody loves
one another. Of course grandpa loves me, because I'm his own little
grandchild, but he's too sorry to show it. The beautiful enchanted
maiden, and the Error fairy, and the giantess, are all making discord
around him. A little flat is better than a big castle, isn't it? We know
a flat--let's call it Harmony Flat, Anna Belle. Perhaps if we're very,
_very_, good, we'll get back there some time." Jewel suddenly pressed
the doll's nightdress against her wet eyes. "Don't, don't, dearie! I
know it does seem a year since--since the boat this morning. If all the
days were as long as this, we'd be very, very old when father and mother
come home." The soft voice broke in a sob. "I don't know what I should
do if you weren't a Christian Scientist, Anna Belle. We'll help each
other all we can. Now come--come into bed and say your prayers."

"Say your--your prayer first, dearie," she whispered, sobbing:--

"'Father, Mother, God,
Loving me,--
Guard me when I sleep;
Guide my little feet
Up to Thee.'

"Now you'll feel--better, dearie. In a minute you won't be so--homesick
for--for--father and mother. Hush, while I say mine."

Jewel repeated the Lord's Prayer. When she had finished, her breath
still caught convulsively, so she continued:--

"Dear Father, Mother, God, loving me, help me to know that I am close
to Thee. Help me to remember that things that are unhappy aren't real
things. Help me to know that everything is good and harmonious, and that
the people in this castle are Thy children, even if they do seem to have
eyes like fishes. Help me to love one another, even the giantess, and
please show grandpa how to meet error. Please let Dr. Ballard come to
see me soon, because he has kind eyes, and I'm sure he doesn't know it's
wrong to believe in materia medica. Please take more care of father and
mother than anything, and say 'Peace be still' if the wind blows the
sea. I know, dear Father in Heaven, that Thou dost not forget anything,
but I say it to make me feel better. I am Thy little Jewel, and Anna
Belle loves Thee,