go to the shore next week."

Julia smiled and sighed. "Very well, but any change seems as if it might be
for the worse," she said.

"Then you've never tried summer in New Jersey," he responded. "I hear you
are a great story-teller, Julia. If I should wear some large bows behind my
ears, couldn't I come to some of these readings?"

As no laugh from Jewel greeted this sally, he looked down at her. She was
gazing off wistfully.

"What is it, Jewel?" he asked.

"I was wondering if it wouldn't seem a long time to Essex Maid and Star
without us!"

"Dear me, dear me, how little you do know those horses!" and the broker
shook his head.

"Why, grandpa? Will they like it?"

"Do you suppose for one minute that you could make them stay at home?"

"Are they going with us, grandpa?" Jewel began to hop joyfully, but her
habit interfered.

"Certainly. They naturally want to see what sort of bits and bridles are
being worn at the seashore this year."

"Do you realize what unfashionable people you are proposing to take,
yourself, father?" asked Julia. She was visited by daily doubts in this
regard.

The broker returned her glance gravely. "Have you ever seen Jewel's silk
dress?" he asked.

The child beamed at him. "She _made_ it!" she announced triumphantly.

"Then you must know," said Mr. Evringham, "that it would save any social
situation."

Julia laughed over her sewing. "My machine came to-day," she said. "I meant
to make something a little fine, but if we go in a few days"--

"Don't think of it," replied the host hastily. "You are both all right. I
don't want you to see a needle. I'm sorry you are at it now."

"But I like it. I really do."

"I'm going to take you to the coolest place on Long Island, but not to the
most fashionable."

"That is good news," returned Julia, "Run along, Jewel, and dress for
dinner."

"In one minute," put in Mr. Evringham. "She and I wish your opinion of
something first."

He disappeared for a moment into the house and came back with a flat
package which Jewel watched with curious eyes while he untied the string.

Silently he placed a photograph in his daughter's lap while the child
leaned eagerly beside her.

"Why, why, how good!" exclaimed Mrs. Evringham, and Jewel's eyes glistened.

"Isn't grandpa's nose just splendid!" she said fervently.

"Why, father, this picture will be a treasure," went on Julia. Color had
risen in her face.

The photograph showed Jewel standing