ou would better let me pay it. I believe
you said you had three dollars, but even that won't last forever, you
know. You've spent some of it, too. How much, now?"

"I've spent fifty cents." Jewel cast a furtive look around at the
chicken, "And, oh yes, fifty cents more for the telegram. How much do
you think Dr. Ballard's bill will be?"

"I think it will take every cent you have left," returned Mr. Evringham,
gravely, curious to hear what his granddaughter would say in this
dilemma.

Her reply came promptly and even eagerly. "Well, that's all right,
because Divine Love will send me more if I need it."

"Indeed? How can you be sure?"

Jewel smiled at him affectionately. "Do you mean it grandpa?"

"Why yes. I really want to know."

"Even after God sent you Essex Maid?" she asked incredulously.

"You think the mare is the best thing in my possession, eh?"

"Ye--es! Don't you?"

"I believe I do." As Mr. Evringham spoke, this kinship of taste induced
him to turn his face toward the one beside him. Instantly he found
himself kissed full on the lips, and while he was recovering from the
shock, Jewel proceeded:--

"God has given you so many things, grandpa, that's why it surprised me
to have you look so sorry when I first came." The child examined his
countenance critically. "I don't think you look so sorry as you used to.
I know you must have lots of error to meet, and perhaps," lowering her
voice to an extra gentleness, "perhaps you don't know how to remember
every minute that God is a very present help in trouble. Mother says
that even grown-up people are just finding out about it."

As she paused Mr. Evringham hesitated, somewhat embarrassed under
the blue eyes. "We all have plenty to learn, I dare say," he returned
vaguely.

He had more than once wished that he had taken more notice of Harry's
wife during his opportunity at the hotel. He had looked upon the
interview as a distasteful necessity to be disposed of as cursorily as
possible.

His son had married beneath him, some working girl probably, whose
ability to support herself had turned out to be a deliverance for
her father-in-law when the ne'er-do-well husband shirked his
responsibilities; and Mr. Evringham had gone to the hotel that evening
intending to make it clear that although he performed a favor for his
son, there were no results to follow.

His granddaughter's fearlessness, courtesy, and affection had forced
him to wonder as to the mother