beside her grandfather seated, and her
arm was about his neck. It was such a natural attitude that she had taken
it while waiting for the photographer to be ready. The daisy-wreathed hat
hung from her hand, and she had not known when the picture was taken. It
was remarkably lifelike, and the broker regarded it with a satisfaction
none the less keen because he let the others do all the talking.

"And now we don't need it, grandpa," said the child.

"Oh, indeed we do!" exclaimed the mother; and Jewel, catching her
grandfather's eyes, lifted her shoulders. What did her mother know of
their secret!

Mr. Evringham smoothed his mustache. "No harm to have it, Jewel," he
replied, nodding at her. "No harm; a very good plan, in fact; for I
suppose, even to oblige me, you can't refrain from growing up. And next we
must get Star's picture, with you on his back."

"But you weren't on Essex Maid's," objected Jewel.

"We'll have it taken both ways, then. It's best always to be on the safe
side."

From this day on there was no more chance for Jewel to hear a tale in the
Story Book, until the move to the seashore was accomplished, for hot
weather had evidently come to stay in Bel-Air Park. Mrs. Evringham felt
loath to leave its green, still loveliness and her large shady rooms; but
the New Jerseyite's heat panic had seized upon her father-in-law, and he
pushed forward the preparations for flight.

"I can't pity you for remaining here," Julia said to Mrs. Forbes on the
morning of departure.

"No, ma'am, you don't need to," returned the housekeeper. "Zeke and I are
going off on trips, and we, calculate to have a pretty good time of it.
I've been wanting to speak to you, Mrs. Evringham, about a business
matter," continued Mrs. Forbes, her manner indicating that she had
constrained herself to make an effort. "Mr. Evringham tells me you and Mr.
Harry are to make your home with him. It's a good plan," emphatically, "as
right as right can be; for what he would do without Jewel isn't easy to
think of; but it's given me a lot to consider. I won't be necessary here
any more," the housekeeper tried to conceal what the statement cost her.
She endeavored to continue, but could not, and Julia saw that she did not
trust her voice.

"Mr. Evringham has not said that, I am sure," she returned.

"No, and he never would; but that shouldn't prevent my doing right. You can
take care of him and his house now, and I wanted to tell you that I see
t