uch
interested in that fad it would spoil our pleasure in being together,
while it lasted?"

The word fad was not in Jewel's vocabulary, but she grasped the doctor's
meaning, and understood that he was much in earnest. She felt very
responsible for the moment, and in doubt how to express herself.

"I feel sort of mixed up, Dr. Ballard," she returned after a minute's
silent perplexity. "You don't mind cousin Eloise reading the Bible, do
you?"

"No."

"You're glad if she can be happy instead of sorry, aren't you?"

"Yes."

Jewel looked at him hopefully. "There won't be anything worse than
that," she said.

"Yes, many things worse," he responded quickly. "You might do me that
little favor, Jewel. I understand you go to her with your lessons, as
you call it, and your questions."

"Yes, she helps me; but she takes my books to her room. I don't see how
I can help it, Dr. Ballard."

"Well," he heaved a quiet sigh, "perhaps the attack will be shorter if
it is sharp. We'll hope so."

"I wouldn't do any harm to you for anything," said the child earnestly,
"but you wait a little while. When people come into Christian Science
it makes them twice as nice. If you see cousin Eloise get twice as nice
you'll be glad, won't you?"

The young man gave an impatient half laugh.

"I'm not grasping," he returned. "She does very well for me as she
is. Now," he turned again to the child, who rejoiced in the recovered
twinkle in his eyes, "you have my full permission to convert the error
fairy."

"Hush, hush!" ejaculated Jewel, alarmed. "We mustn't hold that law over
her."

Dr. Ballard laughed.

"Convert her, I say. Let us see what she would be like if she were twice
as nice. She's a very charming woman now, your aunt Madge. If she were
twice as nice--who knows? The fairy might spread wings and float away!"

They had entered the park and Jewel suddenly noted their surroundings.
"We're coming to the Ravine of Happiness," she said.

"That's the way it's been looking to me ever since last evening,"
responded her companion meditatively.

The child paid no attention to his words. She was watching eagerly for
the bend in the road beside which the gorge lay steepest.

"There!" she said at last, resting her hand on that of her companion.
Obediently the doctor stopped his horse. The park was still but for
the bird notes, the laughter and babble of the brook far below, and the
rustle of the fresh leaves, each one a transparency f