ce of his daughter-in-law. Here
was the woman to whom he owed Jewel, and all that she was and all that she
had taught him. Her face was what he might have expected. It looked very
charming now as the pretty eyes met his. She was well-dressed, too, and Mr.
Evringham liked that.

"I hope you will be very much at home here, Julia," he said; and though he
did not smile, it was certain that, whether from a sense of duty or not, he
had taken pains to make their welcome a pleasant one.

Jewel had, evidently, no slightest fear of his cold reserve. With the
child's hand in hers, Julia took courage to reply warmly: "Thank you,
father, it is a joy to be here."

She had called him "father," this elegant stranger, and her heart beat a
little faster, but her husband's arm went around her.

"America's all right, eh, Julia?"

"Come in cousin Eloise's room," cried Jewel. "That's all lighted, too. Are
they going to have them both, grandpa?"

She danced ahead, through a spacious white-tiled bathroom and into the
adjoining apartment. There an unexpected sight met the child's eyes. In the
rosy depths of a large chintz chair sat Anna Belle, loyally keeping her
eyes open in spite of the hour.

Jewel rushed toward her. There were plenty of flowers scattered about in
this room, also, and the child suddenly caught sight of her own toilet
articles on the dresser.

"My things are down here in cousin Eloise's room, grandpa!" she cried, so
surprised that she delayed picking up her doll.

"Why, why!" said Mr. Evringham, throwing open the door of the large closet
and then opening a bureau drawer. Within both receptacles were Jewel's
belongings, neatly arranged. "This is odd!" he added.

"Grandpa, grandpa!" cried the child, rushing at him and clasping her arms
around his waist. "You're going to let me sleep down here by father and
mother!"

Mr. Evringham regarded her unsmilingly. Jewel's parents both looked on,
more than half expecting a snub to meet the energetic onslaught. "You won't
object, will you?" he asked.

Jewel pulled him down and whispered something in his ear. The curious
on-lookers saw the sweeping mustache curve in a smile as he straightened up
again. As a matter of fact they were both curious to know what she had said
to him.

"You're whispering in company, Jewel," remarked her father.

"Oh, please excuse me!" said the child. "I forgot to remember. Here's Anna
Belle, father."

"My, my, my!" ejaculated Harry Evringham,