u can read what the recording
angel's set down, before you can have any full idea of what she's done for
us. She's made a humble woman out of me, and I was the stiff-neckedest
member of the congregation. There's my only child, Zeke; she's persuaded
him out of habits that were breaking up our lives. There was Eloise
Evringham, without hope or God in the world. She gave her both, that little
Jewel did. Then, most of all, she crept into Mr. Evringham's empty heart
and filled it full, and made his whole life, as you might say, blossom
again. That's what she's done, single handed, in two months, and she has no
more conceit of her work than a ray of God's sunshine has when it's opening
a flower bud."

Julia Evringham's gaze was fixed intently upon the speaker, and she was
unconscious that two tears rolled down her cheeks.

"You've made us very happy, telling us this," she said, rather
breathlessly, as the housekeeper paused.

"And I should like to add, Mrs. Evringham," said Mrs. Forbes impressively,
"that you'd better turn your attention to an orphan asylum and catch them
as young as you can and train them up. What this old world wants is a whole
crop of Jewels."

Julia's smile was very sweet. "We may all have the pure child thought," she
returned.

Mrs. Forbes passed on upstairs. Harry looked at his wife. He was winking
fast. "Well, this isn't any laughing matter, after all, Julia."

"No, it's a matter to make us very humble with joy and gratitude."

As she spoke Jewel bounded back into the hall and ran into her father's
open arms.

"A good breakfast, eh?" he asked tenderly.

"Yes, I didn't mean to be so long, but Sarah said grandpa wanted me to eat
a chop. Now, _now_, we're going to see Star!"

"I'd better fix your hair first," remarked her mother.

"Oh, let her hair go till lunch time," said Harry. "The horses won't care,
will they, Jewel?" He picked her up and set her on his shoulder and out
they went to the clean, spacious stables.

Zeke pulled down his shirt-sleeves as he saw them coming. "This is my
father and mother, Zeke," cried the child, happily, and the coachman ducked
his head with his most unprofessional grin.

"Jewel's got a great pony here," he said.

"Well, I should think so!" remarked Harry, as he and his wife followed
where the child led, to a box stall.

"Why, Jewel, he's right out of a story!" said her mother, viewing the wavy
locks and sweeping tail, as the pony turned eagerly to meet h