g up at him with an April
smile, saw that his eyes were wet.

"You're so good, grandpa," she returned tremulously; "and I won't even kiss
Essex Maid's neck--not the last morning."

He sat down with fallen gaze, and Jewel caught her lip with her teeth as
she looked at him. Then suddenly the leghorn hat was on the floor, daisy
side down, while she climbed into his lap and her soft cheek buried itself
under Mr. Evringham's ear.

"How m-many m-miles off is Chicago?" stammered the child, trying to repress
her sobs, all happy considerations suddenly lost in the realization of her
grandfather's lonely lot.

"A good many more than it ought to be. Don't cry, Jewel." The broker's
heart swelled within him as he pressed her to his breast. Her sorrow filled
him with tender elation, and he winked hard.

"There isn't--isn't any sorrow--in mind, grandpa. Shouldn't you--you think
I'd--remember it? Divine Love always--always takes care--of us--and just
because--I don't see how He's going--going to this time--I'm crying! Oh,
it's so--so naughty!"

Mr. Evringham swallowed fast. He never had wondered so much as he did this
minute just how obstinate or how docile those inconvenient and superfluous
individuals--Jewel's parents--would prove.

He cleared his throat. "Come, come," he said, and he kissed the warm pink
rose of the child's cheek. "Don't spoil those bright eyes just when you're
going to have your picture taken. We're going to have the jolliest time you
ever heard of!"

Jewel's little handkerchief was wet and Mr. Evringham put his own into her
hand and they went into the lavatory where she used the wet corner of a
towel while he told her about the photographer who had taken Essex Maid's
picture and should take Star's.

Then the cherished leghorn hat was rescued from its ignominy and replaced
carefully on its owner's head.

"But I never thought you meant to have my picture taken this afternoon,"
said Jewel, her lips still somewhat tremulous.

"I didn't until a minute ago, but I think we can find somebody who won't
mind doing it late in the day."

"Yours too, then, grandpa.--Oh, _yes_," and at last a smile beamed like the
sun out of an April sky, "right on the same card with me!"

"Oh, no, no, Jewel; no, no!"

"Yes, _please_, grandpa," earnestly, "do let's have one nice nose in the
picture!" She lifted eyes veiled again with a threatening mist. "And you'll
put your arm around me--and then I'll look at it"--her lip twit