the
little girl skipped over to the chair and knelt before the doll, explaining
the situation to her with a joyous incoherence mingled with hugs and kisses
from which the even-tempered Anna Belle emerged apparently dazed but
docile.

"Come here and get your shoes on, Jewel."

"My best ones," returned the child.

"Oh, yes, the best of everything," said Mrs. Forbes good-humoredly; and
indeed, when Jewel was arrayed, she viewed herself in the mirror with
satisfaction.

Zeke presented himself soon, fine in a new summer suit and hat, and Mrs.
Forbes watched the pair as they walked down the driveway.

"Now, I can't let the grass grow under my feet," she muttered. "I expected
to have till to-morrow night to get all the things done that Mr. Evringham
told me to, but I guess I can get through."

Jewel and Zeke had ample time for the train. Indeed, the little girl's
patience was somewhat tried before the big headlight came in view. She
could not do such injustice to her silk dress and daisy-wreathed leghorn
hat as to hop and skip, so she stood demurely with Zeke on the station
platform, and as they waited he regarded her happy expectant face.

"Remember the day you got here, kid?" he asked.

"Yes. Isn't it a long time since you came and met me with Dick, and he just
whirled us home!"

"Sure it is. And now you're glad to be leaving us."

"I am not, Zeke!"

"Well, you look in the glass and see for yourself."

Just then the train came along and Zeke swung the child up to the high
step. The fact that she found a seat by the window added a ray to her
shining eyes. Her companion took the place beside her.

"Yes," he went on, as the train started, "it's kind of hard on the rest of
us to have you so tickled over the prospect."

"I'm only happy over father and mother," returned Jewel.

"Pretty nice folks, are they?"

Jewel shook her head significantly. "You just wait and see," she replied
with zest.

"Which one do you look like?"

"Like father. Mother's much prettier than father."

"A beauty, is she?"

"N--o, I don't believe so. She isn't so pretty as cousin Eloise, but then
she's pretty."

"That's probably the reason your grandfather likes to see you
around--because you look like his side of the house."

"Well," Jewel sighed, "I hope grandpa likes my nose. I don't."

Zeke laughed. "He seems able to put up with it. I expect there's going to
be ructions around here the next week."

"What's ructions?"

"We