re won't be discord. I'd love to just hop up and get your clothes,
but you'll forgive me for not, I know."

Again Jewel put her hand under her pillow and drew forth her copy of
"Science and Health." "I'll read to you a little, dearie." She opened
the book to page 393 and read, "Rise in the strength of Spirit to resist
all that is unlike God." Jewel paused and thought for a minute. "You
might think, Anna Belle, that that meant rise against Mrs. Forbes, but
it doesn't. It means rise against all error, and one error is believing
that Mrs. Forbes is cross or afraid." She went on reading for several
minutes, passing glibly over familiar phrases and sticking at or
skipping words which presented difficulties.

While she was thus employed Eloise again stole quietly to her cousin's
door, and hearing the soft voice she grew pale. Her mother had exacted
a promise from her that she would not enter the room until Dr. Ballard
consented, so after a minute's hesitation she fled downstairs and found
Mrs. Forbes.

"I think the little girl must be worse! She is talking to herself
incessantly."

Mrs. Forbes regarded the pale face coldly. "I guess there's some
mistake. She was better when I saw her half an hour ago. I'll go up in a
minute."

The minute stretched to five; Jewel had slept scarcely at all the night
before, and by the time the housekeeper had laboriously reached her
door, her voice had grown fainter, then stopped, and she was sound
asleep.

"I wish Mamzell would keep her finger out of this pie," soliloquized
Mrs. Forbes as she retraced her steps.

When Mr. Evringham returned from the city, his first question, as Zeke
met him, was concerning Jewel.

"Mother says she's slept the most of the day," replied the coachman, his
head stiff in his high collar and his eyes looking straight ahead.

"H'm. A good sign does she think, or is it stupor?"

"I couldn't say, sir."

Reaching the house, a long pasteboard box in his hands, Mr. Evringham
found that his grandchild was still asleep.

"I fear the worst, Mrs. Forbes," he said with nervous curtness. "When a
stupor attacks children it is a very bad sign I am told. I'll just ring
up Ballard."

He did so, but the doctor had gone out and was intending to call at the
park before he returned.

"I really think it is all right, Mr. Evringham," said Mrs. Forbes,
distressed by her employer's uneasiness. "Dr. Ballard expected she'd
sleep a great deal. He told me not to disturb her.