baby."

The child gazed at him with grave scrutiny. "Do you believe in materia
medica?" she asked.

The young doctor threw back his head and laughed heartily. "Well, yes,"
he answered at last. "I am supposed to."

To his surprise his neighbor returned to the attitude in which he had
found her, with one hand over her eyes.

He ceased laughing and looked at her in some discomfiture. Her mouth was
set seriously. There was no quiver of the rosy lips.

To his relief, in a minute she dropped her hand and began to hum and
arrange her doll's hat.

The conductor approached, and as the doctor presented his ticket, he
said, "This little girl's fare is paid, I believe." The conductor nodded
and passed on.

"I'm to get off at Bel-Air," said Jewel. "I hope he doesn't forget."

"If he does, I shan't," said the doctor, "for I'm going to get off there
myself."

The child's eyes brightened. "Isn't that nice!" she returned. Then she
lifted Anna Belle and whispered something into her ear.

"No secrets," said the doctor.

"I was just reminding Anna belle how we are always taken care of,"
returned Jewel.

The young man regarded her with increasing interest and curiosity.

"Don't you wonder how I knew that your fare was paid?" he asked.

"How did you?"

"I met Mr. Evringham hurrying through the station. He said his
granddaughter was on this train and asked me to look out for a little
girl with a doll."

"Oh," returned the child, pleased, "then you know grandpa."

"I've known him ever since I was no bigger than you are. But even then,"
added the doctor mentally, "I hadn't supposed him capable of sending
this baby out from the city alone."

Jewel watched the kind eyes attentively. "So you see," he went on, "all
I had to do was to look for Anna Belle."

"And you nearly sat on her," declared the child.

"I deny it," returned the doctor gravely. "I deny it. You weren't
looking. For one second I was afraid you were crying."

"Crying! What would I be crying for, coming to have a lovely visit at
grandpa's!"

"I suppose you are in a hurry to see your aunt and cousin?" remarked the
doctor.

"Yes, but I don't know them. You see," explanatorily, "they aren't my
real relations."

"Indeed?"

"No, aunt Madge is my uncle's wife and cousin Eloise is her little girl,
but not uncle Lawrence's."

The doctor thought a minute.

"Really? She is a very charming little girl, is your cousin Eloise.
Aren't you going to tell me your