er babble seemed to welcome them.
Nature had been busy at her miracle working since the child's last
visit. Without moving she could have gathered a handful of little
blossoms. Instead, she rolled over and kissed a near clump of violets.
"You darling, darling things!" she said.

Eloise looked up through far boughs to the fleece-flecked sky.
"Everything worth living for is right here, Jewel," she said. "Let's
have a tent and not give any one our address."

"I think we ought to let Dr. Ballard come, don't you?"

"Now why did you pick him out?" returned Eloise plaintively. She was
resting her head against her clasped hands as she stretched herself
against the incline of her verdant couch. Her companion did not reply at
once, and Eloise lazily turned her head to where she could view the eyes
fixed upon her.

"What are you thinking of, Jewel?"

"I was just thinking that if my mother made you a thin green dress that
swept around you all long and narrow, you'd look like a flower, too."

The girl smiled back at the sky. "That's very nice. You can think those
thoughts all you please."

"That wasn't all, though, because I was thinking about Dr. Ballard.
He feels sorry. I couldn't tell you about it at lunch, because aunt
Madge--well, because--"

"Yes," returned Eloise quietly. "It is better for us to be alone."

Jewel's brow relaxed. "Yes," she said contentedly, "in the Ravine of
Happiness."

"Look out, though," continued the girl in the same quiet tone and
looking back at the sky. "Look out what you say here. It is easy now
to feel that all is harmonious, and that discords do not exist. I think
even if grandfather appeared I could talk with him peacefully."

"I have thought about it," returned the child, "and it seems hard to
know what to say; but I love you and Dr. Ballard both, so it will be
sure to come out right. He feels sorry if you are beginning to like to
study Christian Science."

"Really, did he speak of that to you? I think he might have chosen a man
of his size."

"Of course he spoke of it when he found out I wanted to ask you to take
me to our church."

"Where is the church here?" Eloise abandoned her lazy tone.

"They have a hall. Mr. Reeves wrote it down for me. Do you really care,
cousin Eloise? You've been so kind and helped me, but do you really
begin to care?"

"Care? Who could help caring, if it is true? I've been reading some of
the tales of cures in your magazine. If those people tell th