l winter; and we have more _fun_!"

"Your father is not a Christian Scientist, I presume," remarked Mr.
Evringham.

"Oh yes, he's learning to be. Of course he goes to church--"

"He does, eh?" put in the broker, surprised.

"Of course; and he studies the lesson with us every day. He had been
sorry so much and so long, you know, mother said he was all ready; and
beside--beside"--Jewel hesitated and became silent.

"Beside what?"

She began very softly and half reluctantly. "Father had a sickness two
or three times when he first came home, and he was healed, and so he was
very grateful and wanted to know about God."

"H'm. I'm glad he was. I hope he will make your mother very happy after
this."

"He does." The child lost her seriousness and laughed reminiscently.
"Father and I have the _best_ times. Mothers says he's younger than I
am."

"You miss him, eh?" Mr. Evringham half frowned into the fresh little
face.

"Oh yes, I do," with a sigh, "but it would be error to be sorry when I
could come to see you, grandpa."

Mr. Evringham cogitated a minute on the probable loneliness of the last
three days, and began to wonder what this philosophy could be which
gave practical help to a child of eight years. He was still holding the
letter to Dr. Ballard in his hand.

"I think I'll let you direct this yourself, Jewel," he said. He rose and
brought the morocco cushion to his desk chair. "Sit up here and I will
tell you the address."

She obeyed, and Mr. Evringham watched the little fingers clenched around
the pen as she strove to resist its tendency to write down hill on the
envelope.

"And you're quite sure that more money will be forthcoming when yours is
gone, eh?" he asked when the feat was accomplished.

"Oh yes; if I need it."

"How will it come, for instance?"

She looked up quickly. "I don't need to know that," she replied.

Mr. Evringham bit his lip. "That's unanswerable," he thought, "and
rather neat."

At this moment a knock sounded at the library door, and a moment
afterward Mrs. Forbes presented herself.

"Excuse me, Mr. Evringham. I'm afraid Julia has been in your way,
staying so long."

"No, Mrs. Forbes, thank you," he returned. "She had a letter to write,
and I have been reading."

"Very well. It is her bedtime now." The housekeeper's tone was
inexorable, and Jewel lifted her shoulders as she glanced up at her
grandfather, and again he found himself taken into a confidence which
exclud