ed his excellent housekeeper. "It is better for us to yield," said
Jewel's shoulders and mute lips. Before Mr. Evringham could suspect her
intention, she had jumped up on the cushion nimbly as a squirrel, and
hugging him in a business-like manner, kissed him twice.

"Good-night, grandpa."

"Good-night, Jewel," he returned, going to the length of patting her
shoulder.

She jumped down and ran to Mrs. Forbes. "You needn't come with me, you
know," she said, holding up her face. Mrs. Forbes hesitated a moment.
She had not as yet recovered from this latest liberty taken with the
head of the house.

"Let me feel of your hands, Julia." She took them in hers and touched
the child's cheeks and forehead as well. "You seem to feel all right, do
you?"

"Yes'm."

"No soreness or pain anywhere?"

"No'm. Good-night, Mrs. Forbes."

The housekeeper stooped from her height and accepted the offered kiss.

"Do you prefer to go alone, Jewel? Isn't it lonely for you?" asked Mr.
Evringham.

"No--o, grandpa! Anna Belle is up there."

"You're not afraid of the dark then?"

Jewel looked at the speaker, uncertain of his seriousness. He seemed in
earnest, however. "The dark is easy to drive away in this house," she
replied. "It is so interesting, just like a treatment. The room seems
full of darkness, error, and I just turn the switch," she illustrated
with thumb and finger in the air, "and suddenly--there isn't any
darkness! It's all bright and happy, just like me to-day!"

"Indeed!" returned Mr. Evringham, standing with his feet apart and his
arms folded. "Is that what the lady in Chicago did for you to-day?"

"Yes, grandpa," Jewel nodded eagerly. She was so glad to have him
understand. "She just turned the light, Truth, right into me."

"She prayed to the Creator to cure you, you mean."

Jewel looked off. "No, not that," she answered slowly, searching for
words to make her meaning plain. "God doesn't have to be begged to do
anything, because He can't change, He is always the same, and always
perfect, and always giving us everything good, and it's only for us--not
to believe--in the things that seem to get in the way. I was believing
there was something in the way, and that lady knew there wasn't, and
she knew it so _well_ that the old dark fever couldn't stay. Nothing can
stay that God doesn't make--not any longer than we let it cheat us."

"And she was a thousand miles away," remarked Mr. Evringham.

"Why, grandpa," retu