e pleasant
weather has come. I guess she'll go with me to-morrow, Ballard."

"Guess again, Mr. Evringham," retorted the doctor gayly. "She has
accepted my invitation."

Mrs. Evringham looked on and wondered. "What is it about that child that
takes them all?" she soliloquized. "She reminds me of that dreadfully
plain Madam what's-her-name, who was so fascinating to everybody at the
French court."

Eloise was smiling. "Now it's your turn, Jewel," she said.

The child looked from one to another. "I never sang for anybody," she
returned doubtfully.

"Yes indeed, for Anna Belle. I've heard you," said Eloise.

"Oh, she was singing with me."

"Very well. Let her sing with you now."

"What one?"

"The one I heard,--'Father, where Thine own children are I love to be.'"

"Oh, you mean. 'O'er waiting harpstrings.' All right," and the child,
sitting where she was, sang the well-loved hymn to a touched audience.

"Upon my word, Jewel," said her grandfather when she had finished. "Your
music isn't all in your soul." His eyes were glistening.

"Those are beautiful words," said Dr. Ballard. "I don't remember any
such hymn."

"Mrs. Eddy wrote it," returned the child.

"It wasn't Castle Discord to-night," she said later to Anna Belle, while
they were going to bed. "Didn't you notice how much differently people
loved one another?"

CHAPTER XIX

A MORNING DRIVE

"I declare, Eloise," said Mrs. Evringham the next morning, "it is almost
worth three whole days of storm to have a spell of such heavenly weather
to follow. We're sure of several days like this now," She was standing
at the open window, having shown a surprising energy in rising soon
after breakfast.

She glanced over her shoulder at her daughter, who was picking up the
garments strewn about the room. "Now you can live out of doors, I hope,
and get yourself toned up again. Really, last evening things were very
comfortable, weren't they?"

"Yes. I thought the lump had begun to be leavened," returned the girl.

"Talk English, please," said her mother vivaciously. "Father seemed
quite human, and that is all we have ever needed to make things
tolerable here. I suppose we reaped the benefit of his relief about the
horse."

"It's all Jewel," said Eloise, smiling. "That's English, isn't it?"

"Jewel!" Mrs. Evringham exclaimed. "Why, you're all daffy about that
child. What _is_ the attraction?"

"That's what I'm trying to find out. It's time for me to