that's a stingy visit," remarked Mr. Evringham.

"Not half long enough," added Jewel. "There's so much for you to see."

"Oh, we can see a lot in two days," returned Harry. "Think of the little
girls in Chicago, Jewel. They won't forgive me if I don't bring you home
pretty soon." He leaned forward and took his child's free hand. "How do
you suppose father has got along without his little girl all these weeks,
eh, baby?"

"It _is_ a long time since you went away," she returned, "but I was right
in your room every night, and daytimes I played in your ravine. Bel-Air
Park is the beautifulest place in the whole world. Two days isn't any time
to stay there, father."

"H'm, I'm glad you've been so happy." Sincere feeling vibrated in the
speaker's voice. "We don't know how to thank your grandpa, do we?"

A street lamp showed Jewel, as she turned and smiled up into the impassive
face Mr. Evringham turned upon her.

"You can safely leave that to her," said the broker briefly, but he did not
remove his eyes from the upturned ones.

"It is beyond me," thought Mrs. Evringham; "but love is a miracle-worker."

The glowing lights of the ferry passed, Jewel did go to sleep in the train.
Her father, unaware that he was trespassing, took her in his arms, and,
tired out with all the excitement of the day and the lateness of the hour,
the child instantly became unconscious; but by the time they reached home,
the bustle of arrival and her interest in showing her parents about, aided
her in waking to the situation.

Mrs. Forbes stood ready to welcome the party. Ten years had passed since
Harry Evringham had stood in the home of his boyhood, and the housekeeper
thought she perceived that he was moved by a contrite memory; but he spoke
with bluff heartiness as he shook hands with her; and Mrs. Forbes looked
with eager curiosity into the sweet face of Mrs. Evringham, as the latter
greeted her and said something grateful concerning the housekeeper's
kindness to Jewel.

"It's very little you have to thank me for, ma'am," replied Mrs. Forbes,
charmed at once by the soft gaze of the dark eyes.

The little cavalcade moved upstairs to the handsome rooms so lately
vacated. They were brilliant with light and fragrant with roses.

"How beautiful!" exclaimed Mrs. Evringham, while Jewel hopped up and down,
as wide awake as any little girl in town, delighted with the gala
appearance of everything.

Mr. Evringham looked critically into the fa