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are so sure of, and what has made a man of your father. More than that, if
there is any eternity for us, I propose to stick to you through it, and it
may be more convenient to study here than off in some dim no-man's-land in
the hereafter. If I remain ignorant, who can tell but the Power that Is
will whisk you away from me by and by."

Jewel gathered the speaker's meaning very well, and now she smiled at him
with the look he loved best; all her heart in her eyes. "He wouldn't. God
isn't anybody to be afraid of," she said.

"Why, it tells us all through the Bible to fear God."

"Yes, of course it tells us to fear to trouble the One who loves us the
best of all. Just think how even you and I would fear to hurt one another,
and God is keeping us _alive_ with _his_ love!"

Half an hour afterward their horses cantered up the drive toward the house.
Mrs. Evringham was seated on the piazza, sewing. Her husband had sent the
summer wardrobe promptly, and she wore now a thin blue gown that looked
charmingly comfortable.

"Genuine!" thought her father-in-law, as he came up the steps and met a
smiling welcome from her clear eyes. He liked the simple manner in which
she dressed her hair. He liked her complexion, and carriage, and voice.

"I don't know but that you have the better part here on the piazza, it is
so warm," he said, "but I have been thinking of you rather remorsefully
this afternoon, Julia. These excursions of Jewel's and mine are growing to
seem rather selfish. Have you ever learned to ride?"

"Never, and I don't wish to. Please believe how supremely content I am."

"My carriages are small. It is so long since I've had a family. When we
return I shall get one that will hold us all."

"Oh, yes, grandpa," cried Jewel enthusiastically. "You and I on the front
seat, driving, and mother and father on the back seat."

"Well, we have more than two months to decide how we shall sit. I fancy it
will oftener be your father and mother in the phaeton and you and I on our
noble steeds, eh, Jewel?"

"Yes, I think so, too," she returned seriously.

Mr. Evringham smiled slightly at his daughter. "The occasions when we
differ are not numerous enough to mention," he remarked.

"I hope it may always be so," she replied, going on with her work.

"This looks like moving," observed the broker, wiping his forehead with his
pocket-handkerchief and looking about on the still, green scene. "I think
we had better plan to