ouble
you. Of course you aren't my real relations," she said modestly.

"Do you remember that, too!" exclaimed Eloise.

Jewel started at the hurt voice. "Would you like to be?" she asked
earnestly. "I wish you were, because"--she hesitated and smiled with her
head a little on the side, "because I might look more like you."

The gravity of Eloise's lips remained unbroken. "I want you to promise
me something, Jewel. I want you to promise not to tell your grandfather
that I have been with you to-day."

"Why? He'd be glad I was happy."

"I have a reason. I will help you with your studies every day if you
won't tell him."

"I might without meaning to," rejoined the child, her alert little mind
busy with the new problem suddenly presented to it.

"I will make a rainbow scarf for Anna Belle if you will never speak of
me to your grandfather."

"Why do you say my grandfather? He's yours, too."

"Not at all. Didn't you just say I was not your real relation?"

"Oh but, cousin Eloise," Jewel was sure of the hurt now, though the why
or wherefore was a mystery, "of course he wishes you were."

"Oh no he doesn't." The answer came quick and sharp, and the child
reviewed mentally her own observations of the household. Her heart
swelled with the desire to help.

"Now, cousin Eloise," her breath came a little faster with the thronging
thoughts for which her vocabulary was insufficient, "error does try
to cheat people so. Just think how kind you were inside all the time,
though you wouldn't smile at me. You're willing to make Anna Belle a
scarf. I called you the enchanted maiden, because you were too sorry
to try to make people happy, and now grandpa's just like that; he's
enchanted, too, if he doesn't make you happy, because he's just as
_kind_ inside, oh, just as _kind_ as he can be."

"He likes you," returned Eloise.

Jewel regarded her for a silent moment. "I noticed when I came," she
said at last, apologetically, "that nobody here seemed to love one
another; and the house was so grand and the people were so beautiful
that I couldn't understand; and I called it Castle Discord."

Eloise gave a little exclamation. "I call it the icebox," she returned.

Jewel's face lighted. "That's it, that's all it is," she said eagerly.
"It's easy to melt ice. Love melts everything."

"It's pretty slow work sometimes," said Eloise.

"Then you have to put on more love. That's all. Have you"--the child
asked the question a little ti