anything."

"I don't know about that," returned the broker. "Have you forgotten the
yellow chicken you gave me?"

"No," returned Jewel seriously; "but I've never seen anything since that I
thought you would care for."

Mr. Evringham nodded. "I think," he said confidentially, "that you have
given me something pretty nice in your mother. Do you know, I'm very glad
that she married into our family."

"Yes, indeed," replied Jewel, "so am I. Just supposing I had had some other
grandpa!"

The two shook their heads at one another gravely. There were some
situations that could not be contemplated.

"Why do you suppose I can't find any turtles in my brook?" asked the child,
after a short pause. "Mother says perhaps they like meadows better than
shady ravines."

"Perhaps they do; but," and the broker nodded knowingly, "there's another
reason."

"Why, grandpa, why?" asked Jewel eagerly.

"Oh, Nature is such a neat housekeeper!"

"Why, turtles must be lovely and clean."

"Yes, I know; and if Summer would just let the brook alone you might find a
baby turtle for Anna Belle."

"She'd love it. Her eyes nearly popped out when mother was telling about
it."

"Well, there it is, you see. Now I'd be ashamed to have you see that brook
in August, Jewel." Mr. Evringham slapped the pommel of his saddle to
emphasize the depth of his feelings.

"Why, what happens?"

"Dry--as--a--bone!"

"It _is_?"

"Yes, indeed. We shan't have been long at the seashore when Summer will
have drained off every drop of water in that brook."

"What for?"

"House-cleaning, of course. I suppose she scrubs out and sweeps out the bed
of that brook before she'll let a bit of water come in again."

"Well, she _is_ fussy," laughed Jewel. "Even Mrs. Forbes wouldn't do that."

"I ask you," pursued Mr. Evringham, "what would the turtles do while the
war was on?"

"Why, they couldn't live there, of course. Well, we won't be here while the
ravine is empty of the brook, will we, grandpa? I shouldn't like to see
it."

"No, we shall be where there's 'water, water everywhere.' Even Summer won't
attempt to houseclean the bottom of the sea."

Jewel thought a minute. "I wish she wouldn't do that," she said wistfully;
"because turtles would be fun, wouldn't they, grandpa?"

Mr. Evringham regarded her quizzically. "I see what you want me to do," he
replied. "You want me to give up Wall Street and become the owner of a
menagerie, so you can have every