"You look so," returned the housekeeper. The child had not once called
her upstairs during the morning. She certainly was as little trouble as
a sick child could be.

"If 't was anybody else," mused Mrs. Forbes, regarding her, "I should
say that she sensed the situation and knew she'd brought it on herself
and me, and was trying to make up for it; but nobody can tell what she
thinks. Her eyes do look more natural. I guess Dr. Ballard's a good
one."

"It don't seem to hurt you to swallow now," remarked Mrs. Forbes.

"No'm, it doesn't, she answered.

"Now then, you see how foolish and naughty it was the way you behaved
about having the doctor this morning. Look how much better you are
already!"

"Yes'm, I love Dr. Ballard."

"You well may. He's done well by you." Mrs. Forbes took the tray. "Now
do you feel like going to sleep again? The doctor won't come till about
six o'clock. Your fever'll rise toward evening, and that's the time he
wants to see you. I shall sleep in the spare room next you to-night."

"Thank you, Mrs. Forbes. You are so kind; but you won't have to,"
replied the child earnestly. "Would you please draw up the curtains
and put Anna Belle's clothes on the bed? Perhaps I'll dress her after a
while. It doesn't seem fair to make her stay in bed when it wasn't her
error."

"I don't think you'd better keep your arms out," returned Mrs. Forbes
decidedly. "I'll put up the curtains, but when you come to try to do
anything you'll find you are very weak. You can ring the bell when you
want to, you know. And don't take your medicine again for an hour after
eating. I'd take another nap right away if I was you."

When she had gone out, Jewel shook her head at the doll, whose face was
smiling toward her own. "You denied it, didn't you, dearie, the minute
she said it," she whispered. "Error is using Mrs. Forbes to hold me
under mortal mind laws, but it can't be so, because God doesn't want it,
and I'm not afraid any more."

Jewel put her hand under her pillow and drew out the two slips of paper
that bore her mother's messages. These she read through several times.
"Of course there are more, Anna Belle. I shouldn't wonder if there was
one in every pocket, but I don't mean to hunt. Divine love will send
them to me just when I need them, the way He did these. I'm sorry I
can't dress you, dearie, because you've just reflected love all the
time, and ought not to be in bed at all; but I must obey, you know, so
the