she was as little as I am, and she said she left her heart with me.
I'm so sorry you won't see cousin Eloise."

"So she and her mother have gone away. Were they sorry to go? Did Mr.
Evringham--perhaps--think"--the speaker paused. She remembered Jewel's
letter about the situation.

"No, they weren't sorry. They've gone to the seashore; but cousin Eloise
and I love each other very much, and her room is so empty now that I've had
to keep remembering that you were coming and everything was happy. I guess
cousin Eloise is the prettiest girl in the whole world; and since she
stopped being sorry we've had the most _fun_."

"I wish I could see her!" returned Mrs. Evringham heartily. She longed to
thank Eloise for supplying the sunshine of love to her child while the
grandfather was providing for her material wants. She looked at Jewel now,
a picture of health and contentment, her bits of small finery in watch and
locket standing as symbols of the care and affection she had received.

"Divine Love has been so kind to us, dearie," she said softly, as she
pressed the child closer to her. "He has brought father and mother back
across the ocean and has given you such loving friends while we were gone."

In a future day Mrs. Evringham was to learn something of the inner history
of the progress of this little pilgrim during her first days at Bel-Air;
but the shadows had so entirely faded from Jewel's consciousness that she
could not have told it herself--not even such portions of it as she had
once realized.

"Yes, indeed, I love Bel-Air and all the people. Even aunt Madge kissed me
when she went away and said 'Good-by, you queer little thing!'"

"What did she mean?" asked Mrs. Evringham.

"I don't know. I didn't tell grandpa, because I thought he might not like
people calling me queer, but I asked Zeke."

"He's Mr. Evringham's coachman, isn't he?"

"Yes, and he's the nicest man, but he only told me that aunt Madge had
wheels. I asked him what kind of wheels, and he said he guessed they were
rubber-tired, because she was always rubbering and she made people tired.
You know Zeke is such a joker, so I haven't found out yet what aunt Madge
meant, and it isn't any matter because"--Jewel reached up and hugged her
mother, "you've come home."

Here the two men approached. "No more time for spooning," said Harry
cheerfully. "We're going now, little girls."

After all, there was nothing for Jewel to carry. Her father and grandfathe