ll, some folks might call it error. I don't know. Mr. Evringham's going
to be pretty busy with his own nose. It's going to be put out of joint
to-night. The green-eyed monster's going to get on the rampage, or I miss
my guess."

Jewel looked up doubtfully. Zeke was a joker, of course, being a man, but
what was he driving at now?

"What green-eyed monster?" she asked.

"Oh, the one that lives in folks' hearts and lays low part of the time,"
replied Zeke.

"Do you mean jealousy; envy, hatred, or malice?" asked Jewel so glibly that
her companion stared.

"Great Scott! What do you know about that outfit?" he asked.

The child nodded wisely. "I know people believe in them sometimes; but you
needn't think grandpa does, because he doesn't."

"Mr. Evringham's all right," agreed Zeke, "but he isn't going to be the
only pebble any longer. Your father and mother will be the whole thing
now."

The child was thoughtful a moment, then she began earnestly: "Oh, I'm sure
grandpa knows how it is about loving. The more people you love, the more
you can love. I can love father and mother more because I've learned to
love grandpa, and he can love them more too, because he has learned to love
me."

"Humph! We'll see," remarked the other, smiling.

"Is error talking to you, Zeke? Are you laying laws on grandpa?"

"Well, if I am, I'll stop it mighty quick. You don't catch me taking any
such liberties. Whoa!" drawing on imaginary reins as the engine slackened
at a station.

Jewel laughed, and from that time until they reached New York they chatted
about her pony Star, and other less important horses, and of the child's
anticipation of showing her mother the joys of Bel-Air Park.

Chapter II

THE BROKER'S OFFICE

It was the first time Jewel had visited her grandfather's office and she
was impressed anew with his importance as she entered the stone building
and ascended in the elevator to mysterious heights.

Arrived in an electric-lighted anteroom, Zeke's request to see Mr.
Evringham was met by a sharp-eyed young man who denied it with a cold,
inquiring stare. Then the glance of this factotum fell to Jewel's uplifted,
rose-tinted face and her trustful gaze fixed on his own.

Zeke twirled his hat slowly between his hands.

"You just step into Mr. Evringham's office," he said quietly, "and tell him
the young lady he invited has arrived."

Jewel wondered how this person, who had the privilege of being near her
gran