panion's
smile; "I don't know as Anna Belle ever had such a good ride. See the
trees, dearie! How the leaves are coming out! They aren't nearly so
far out in Chicago; but oh," as the horse turned, "there's a big storm
coming! What a black cloud! We're just in time."

"I don't see any cloud," said Zeke, staring about.

"Why, right there in front of us," excitedly, pointing at the long
opaque mass against the sky.

"That? Why, that's hills." Zeke laughed. "The mountain they call it
here. Pretty sickly mountain we'd think it was up Berkshire way."

"Oh, it's a mountain, Anna Belle," joyfully, "we're really seeing a
mountain!"

"No you ain't," remarked Zeke emphatically. "Not by a large majority.
Guess Chicago's some flat, ain't it?"

"We don't have hills, no. So now we're going to see grandpa's park, and
the ravine, and the brook, and--and everything!"

Zeke stole a furtive look at the owner of the joyous voice. The
voluminous ribbon bows behind her ears were mostly in evidence, as she
bent her face over her doll in congratulation.

"Left Mr. Evringham in town, did you?" he asked.

"Yes, he was busy, and in a hurry to get to his office. Grandpa's such
an important man."

"Is he?" asked Zeke.

"Why ye--es! Didn't you know it?"

"I surmised something of the kind. So Dr. Ballard looked after you."

"Yes,--and I do hope my trunk will come."

Jewel looked wistfully at the driver. In spite of his stiff and elegant
appearance he had been surprisingly affable. "I have a checked silk
dress," she added modestly.

"You don't say so!" ejaculated Zeke, wholly won by the smile bent upon
him. "Well, now, if that trunk don't show up by noon, I'll have to do
something about it."

"Oh, thank you!" exclaimed the child.

They now sped through the gates of the park and by the porter's lodge,
and began the ascent of a winding road. Handsome residences were set
among the fine trees, and at sight of each one Jewel looked expectant
and eager.

"I expect mother'll be kind of looking out for us," continued Zeke.
"Poor kid!" he added mentally.

"Grandpa said something about your mother."

"His housekeeper, Mrs. Forbes."

"Oh yes, of course I know about Mrs. Forbes," returned Jewel hastily and
politely. "He told me your name too," she added suggestively.

"Yes, I'm Zeke. And you just remember," emphatically, "that I come when
I'm called. Will you?"

"Yes," replied the child, laughing a little. "Do you know my name?"