"Well, we're off, Eloise. I saw you drive. I doubt if
he catches us."

Jewel's eyes questioned Eloise that evening when she reached home,
and she received the smiling, significant nod her cousin gave her with
satisfaction.

It was an apparently united family party that gathered about the
dinner table. Mr. Evringham and Eloise discussed their game, while Mrs.
Evringham fairly rustled with complacence.

As Jewel clung to her grandfather's neck that evening in bidding him
good-night, she whispered:--

"How happy we all are!"

"Are we, really? Well now, that's very gratifying, I'm sure. Good-night,
Jewel."

CHAPTER XXII

IN THE HARNESS ROOM

"Mother, can I have three dollars?" asked Eloise the next morning.

"Were you thinking of a new riding hat, dear? I do wish you had it to
wear this afternoon. Yours is shabby, certainly, but you can't get it
for that, child."

"No; I was thinking of a copy of 'Science and Health.' I don't like to
take Jewel's any longer, and I'm convinced."

"What of--sin?" asked Mrs. Evringham in dismay.

"No, just the opposite--that there needn't be any. The book teaches the
truth. I know it."

"Well, whether it does or doesn't, you haven't any three dollars to
spend for a book, Eloise," was the firm reply. "The _idea_, when I can
barely rake and scrape enough together to keep us presentable!"

"Where do you get our money?" asked the girl.

"Father gives me a check every fortnight. Of course you know that he has
charge of our affairs."

Eloise's serene expression did not change. She looked at the little
black book in her hand. "This edition costs five dollars," she said.

"Scandalous!" exclaimed Mrs. Evringham. "I can tell you this is no time
for us to be collecting _editions de luxe_. Wait till you're married."

"I'm going to run in town for a while this morning, mother."

"You are? Well don't get belated. You know that you are to ride with Dr.
Ballard at half past four. Dear me," her brow drawn, "you ought to have
that hat. Now I think that I _could_ get on without that jet bolero."

Eloise laughed softly and drew her mother to her. "Have your jet bolero,
dear," she answered. "My hat isn't bad."

Eloise went to her room, and closing the door, took from one of her
drawers a box. It contained her girlish treasures, the ornaments and
jewels her father had given her from time to time. She took out a small
diamond ring and pressed it to her lips.

"Dear papa! I love