he soon became absorbed in its pages. Jewel
occasionally coming to an orthographic problem looked up and waited, but
he did not observe her, so she patiently kept silence and resumed her
work. At last the letter was finished.

She looked again at her grandfather, and opened her cramped little hand
with relief. The back of her neck was tired with her bending posture.
She leaned back in the heavy chair to rest it while she waited. The
eyelids, grown heavy with her labors, wavered and winked. The rain
dripped down the panes, as if it had fallen into a monotonous habit. The
sound was soothing. Jewel fell asleep.

When finally Mr. Evringham glanced at her he smiled. "Little
thoroughbred," he mused; "she'd never disturb me." He rose and crossed
to the child. There lay the finished letter. He took it up with some
anticipation:--

DEAR MOTHER AND FATHER----It is most time to get a leter from you but I
will not wait to tell you I am happy and well.

Grandpa is the kindest man and he has the most Beautiful horse, her name
is Essecks made. He let me sit on her back and give her Sugar. Cosin
Elloees is the prettiest one of all. She has things that make her sorry
but she is very kind to me. She washed my hare today and she helps me
get the lesson. There is a docter here he is lovly. He tried to cure me
when I had a claim but Mrs. Lewis did. Cosin Elloees reads S. and H when
we get throo the lesson and I think she will be glad Pretty soon and
not afrade Grandpa doesn't want her and Ant maj. She won't let me tell
grandpa she is kind to me, but I can Explane beter when you come home.

Grandpa's kindness is inside, and he Looks sorry but noboddy cood help
loving him. I love you both every minnit and the leters in my pocket
help me so much.

Your dear

JEWEL.

Mr. Evringham had scarcely finished reading this epistle when Jewel's
head slipped on the polished woodwork against which she was leaning and
bumped against the side of the chair with a jar which awoke her.

Seeing her grandfather standing near she smiled drowsily. "I fell
asleep, didn't I?" she said, and rubbed her eyes; then noting the sheet
of paper in Mr. Evringham's hand, memory returned to her. She sat up
with a start.

"Oh, grandpa, you haven't read my letter!" she exclaimed, with an
accent of dismay which brought the blood to the broker's face. He felt a
culprit before the shocked blue eyes.

"To--to see if it was spelled right, you know," he said. "You had