g to pull the
little girl back into her seat.

Harry was laughing and holding his agile assailant off as best he might,
and at his wife's voice aided her efforts with a gentle push. Jewel sank
back on the cushion.

"Oh, what bores he thinks us. I know he does!" reflected Julia, capturing
her child in one arm and holding her close. To her surprise and even
dismay, Jewel spoke cheerfully after another yawn:--

"Grandpa, how far is it to the ferry? How long, I mean?"

"About fifteen minutes."

"Well, that's a good while. My eyes do feel as if they had sticks in them.
Don't you wish we could cross in a swan boat, grandpa?"

"Humph!" he responded. Mrs. Evringham gave the child a little squeeze
intended to be repressive. Jewel wriggled around a minute trying to get a
comfortable position.

"Tell father and mother about Central Park and the swan boats, grandpa,"
she continued.

"You tell them to-morrow, when you're not so sleepy," he replied.

Jewel took off her large hat, and nestling her head on her mother's
shoulder, put an arm around her. "Mother, mother!" she sighed happily, "are
you really home?"

"Really, really," replied Mrs. Evringham, with a responsive squeeze.

Mr. Evringham sat erect in silence, still gazing out the window with a
forbidding expression.

There were buttons on her mother's gown that rubbed Jewel's cheek. She
tried to avoid them for a minute and then sat up. "Father, will you change
places with me?" she asked sleepily. "I want to sit by grandpa."

Mrs. Evringham's eyes widened, and in spite of her earnest "Dearie!" the
transfer was made and Jewel crept under Mr. Evringham's arm, which closed
naturally around her. She leaned against him and shut her eyes.

"You mustn't go to sleep," he said.

"I guess I shall," returned the child softly.

"No, no. You mustn't. Think of the lights crossing the ferry. You'll lose a
lot if you're asleep. They're fine to see. We can't carry you and the
luggage, too. Brace up, now--Come, come! I shouldn't think you were any
older than Anna Belle."

Jewel laughed sleepily, and the broker held her hand in his while he pushed
her upright. Mr. and Mrs. Evringham looked on, the latter marveling at the
child's nonchalance.

Now, for the first time, the host became talkative.

"How many days have you to give us, Harry?" he asked.

"A couple, perhaps," replied the young man.

"Two days, father!" exclaimed Jewel, in dismay, wide awake in an instant.

"Oh,