midly, "have you put on much love to
grandpa?"

"Why should I love him?" asked Eloise. "He doesn't love me."

"Oh dear," said Jewel. After a minute's thought her face brightened. "I
guess I'll show you my dotted letter."

She ran to the closet where hung her dotted challie dress and took from
the pocket the message that had come to her the evening of her arrival.
"My mother put a letter into all my pockets for a happy surprise; and
this one came the first night, when I was feeling all sorry and alone,
and it comforted me. Perhaps it will comfort you."

She put the paper into the girl's hand, and Eloise read it. She turned
it over and read it a second time.

Jewel stood beside her chair watching, and seeing that her cousin seemed
interested, she ran and brought her little wrapper. "Perhaps you'd like
to see this one too," she said feeling in the pocket for the second
message.

Eloise accepted and read it. Every word of the two notes came to the
mind of the young girl as suggestions from another planet, so foreign
were they to any instruction or advice that had ever fallen to her lot.

She gave a slight exclamation as she finished. "Is your mother a saint?"
she asked, looking up suddenly.

"No," returned Jewel innocently. "She's a Christian Scientist."

Eloise suddenly put out her hand, and drawing Jewel to her, hid her
forehead on the child's breast.

"I wish you were older," she said.

Jewel put her little hands on the shining waves of hair she had admired
from afar. "I wish my mother was here," she answered. "Did you like
those things mother said?"

"Oh yes; but they're from heaven, and I'm in the other place," replied
Eloise disconsolately.

"Then let's look in another pocket!" exclaimed Jewel. "I'll look in my
best dress. Perhaps she'd put the best one there."

The girl lifted her head, and the child went eagerly to the closet,
coming back with a folded paper. "We'll read it together. You read it
out loud, and I'll look over your shoulder."

The rain slanted against the window in gusts as the two heads bent above
the paper. Eloise read:--

"Mother is thinking of you, little daughter, every day and every night,
and the thing she hopes the most is, that you never let the day go
by without studying the lesson. The words may be hard sometimes, but
perhaps some one will read it with you, and if they do not, then you go
on trying your best, and you will learn more and more all the time; for
truth will