Hastily he strode down the aisle and left the train. Having to pass the
window beside which Jewel sat, he glanced up with a half uneasy memory
of how far short of the floor her feet had swung.

She was watching for him. On her lips was the sweet gay smile and--yes,
there was no mistake--Anna Belle's countenance was beaming through the
glass, and she was wafting kisses to Mr. Evringham from a stiff and
chubby hand. The stockbroker grew warm, cleared his throat, lifted his
hat, and hurried his pace.

CHAPTER VI

JEWEL'S ARRIVAL

When her grandfather had disappeared, Jewel placed Anna Belle on
the seat beside her, where she toed in, in a state of the utmost
complacence.

"I have my work to do, Anna Belle," she said, "and this will be a good
time, so don't disturb me till the train starts." She put her hand over
her eyes, and sat motionless as the people met and jostled in the aisle.

Minutes passed, and then some one brushed the child's arm in taking
the seat beside her. "Oh, please don't sit on Anna Belle!" she cried
suddenly, and looked up into a pair of clear eyes that were regarding
her with curiosity.

They belonged to a man with a brown mustache and dark, short, pointed
beard, who carried a small square black case and had altogether a very
clean, fresh, agreeable appearance.

"Do I look like a person who would sit on Anna Belle?" he asked gravely.

The doll was enthroned upon his knee as he set down his case, and the
train started.

"If she annoys you I'll take her," said Jewel, with a little air of
motherliness not lost upon her companion.

"Thank you," he replied, "but I'm used to children. She looks like a
fine, healthy little girl," keeping his eyes fixed on the doll's rosy
cheeks.

"Yes indeed. She's very healthy."

"Not had measles, or chicken pox, or mumps, or any of those things yet?"
pursued the pleasant voice.

"Oh dear!" gasped Jewel. "Please let me take Anna Belle." She caught her
doll into her arms and met her companion's surprised gaze.

"I haven't any of them," he returned, amused. "Don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid," answered the child promptly. "There is nothing to be
afraid of."

"I was only going to say," said the young man, "that if she was ailing I
could prescribe for her. I have my case right here."

Jewel's startled look fell to the black case. "What's that! Medicine?"
she asked softly.

"It certainly is. So you see you have a doctor handy if anything ails
the