al mind is so
proud."

"Mine ain't strutting much," returned Zeke as he drove on.

Jewel amused herself about the grounds until the phaeton should return
with her grandfather.

When she saw it coming she ran down to the gate and hopped and skipped
back beside it, Mr. Evringham watching her gyrations unsmilingly.

As he dismounted at the piazza she clung to his hand going up the steps.
"Which are you going to do, grandpa, go riding or play golf?"

"Which do you want me to do?" he asked.

"When you ride it's more fun for me," she replied.

He seated himself in one of the chairs and she leaned against its broad
arm.

"It's rather more fun for me, too. I'm growing lazy. I think I'll ride."

"Good!"

"What have you been doing to-day, Jewel?"

"Well,"--meditatively,--"cousin Eloise went to New York, so I had to get
my lesson alone. And I didn't braid my hair over."

Mr. Evringham looked startled. "She'll do it, I dare say, before
dinner," he replied.

"If she has time. She has gone riding with Dr. Ballard. They just
trotted away together. Oh, it was lovely!"

Mr. Evringham, leaning his head back, looked off under his heavy brows
as he responded:--

"Across the hills and far away,
Beyond their utmost purple rim,
And deep into the dying day
The happy princess followed him,

"and all that sort of business, I suppose."

"I don't know what you mean," said Jewel doubtfully.

"I should hope not. Well, what else have you done? Been treating any
rheumatism? I haven't had it since the sun shone."

"You never asked me to," returned the child.

Mr. Evringham smiled. "The sunshine is a pretty good treatment," he
observed.

"Sometimes your belief comes into my thought," said Jewel, "and of
course I always turn on it and think the truth."

"Much obliged, I'm sure. I'd like to turn on it myself at times."

"You can study with cousin Eloise and me, if you'd like to," said Jewel
eagerly.

"Oh, thank you, thank you," rejoined the broker hastily. "Don't disturb
yourself. There must be some sinners, you know, or the saints would have
to go out of business--nobody to practice on. Well, have you been to the
ravine?"

"Oh yes! Anna Belle and I, and we had more _fun_! We made a garden."

"Morning or afternoon?"

"Morning."

"Well I wish to know," said Mr. Evringham in a suddenly serious and
impressive tone, "I wish to know if you reached home in time for lunch."

Jewel felt somewhat startle