If you could have seen how kind he was, how patient. Dear mother, don't
cry. It isn't anything I can help, unless I should deliberately turn
dishonest."

But Mrs. Evringham did cry, and heartily. She hurried away to her own
room as quickly as possible, and locked the door against Eloise, who lay
awake for hours with a strange mingling of regret and joy at her heart,
and a constant declaring of the truth.

At midnight the girl heard the door unlock and saw her mother emerge.

"Darling mamma!" she exclaimed, springing out of bed.

"Oh, Eloise," moaned the poor woman, dissolving again upon her child's
shoulder. "I never went to bed without your kiss, and I can't bear it.
How can you be so cru--cru--cruel!"

"Darling, everything is going to come right," returned Eloise, holding
her close. "Nothing good would come of doing wrong. I never loved you so
much as now. I never saw duty so plainly. Dearest, in one way I suffer
for you, but still I was never so happy. I have grasped the end of the
clue that will surely lead us safely through the labyrinth, no matter
what life brings. You will see, mamma dear, after a while you will see.
Don't go back. Come into my bed."

Disconsolately Mrs. Evringham obeyed, and in a few minutes, worn out
with emotion, she had sobbed herself to sleep in her child's arms; and
although for many days afterward she wore a languid air, and declared
that there was nothing to live for, she yielded herself to Eloise's
courageous and quietly joyful atmosphere, with silent wonder at her
child's altered outlook.

On the morning following the painful interview with her mother, Eloise
presented herself in Jewel's room at the usual hour.

Smiling, she approached the child and exhibited three fresh new books.
India paper editions of the Bible and "Science and Health," and the
little brown pamphlet were in her hands.

"Yours?" exclaimed the child.

Eloise nodded.

"Good, good!" Jewel hopped up and down, and forthwith brought Anna Belle
to have her share in the rejoicing.

"You were afraid you couldn't get them. Now see!" cried the child
triumphantly. "As if Divine Love couldn't send you those books!"

"He showed me a way," returned the girl. "See where I've written my
name. I want you to put 'Jewel' right under it in each one."

"Oh, in those lovely books?" said the child doubtfully. "I don't write
very well."

"Yes, I want it, dear, when we go downstairs and can get some ink. Did
anybody fix y