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out like sunshine from an April sky.

"Give me your hand, then, dearie. You know I'm a poor city girl and haven't
a very good balance."

The name was duly examined, and Mrs. Evringham's "oh's" of wonder and
admiration were long-drawn.

"See the darling cushions, mother. You can wear your best clothes here.
It's just like a parlor!"

"A very narrow parlor, Jewel. Move carefully." Mrs. Evringham had seated
herself in the stern. "Perhaps I can help with the rudder," she added,
taking hold of the lines.

"Just as the admiral says," returned the broker.

"Oh, grandpa, you'll have to be the admiral," said Jewel excitedly. "I'll
be the crew and"--

"And the owner," suggested Mr. Evringham.

"Yes! Oh, mother, what _will_ father say!"

"He'll say that you are a very happy, fortunate little girl, and that
Divine Love is always showing your grandpa how to do kind things for you."

The child's expression as she looked up at the admiral made him apprehend
another rush.

"Steady, Jewel, steady. Remember we aren't wearing our bathing-suits. Which
are we going to do, row or sail?"

"Oh, _sail_," cried the child, "and it'll never be the first time again!
_Could_ you wait while I get Anna Belle?"

"Certainly."

Like a flash Jewel sprang from the boat and fled up the wharf and lawn.

Mr. Evringham smiled and shook his head at his daughter. "A creature of
fire and dew," he said.

"I don't know how to thank you for all your goodness to her," said Julia
simply.

"It would offend me to be thanked for anything I did for Jewel," he
returned.

"I understand. She is your own flesh and blood. But what I feel chiefly
grateful for is the wisdom of your kindness. I believe you will never spoil
her. I should rather we had remained poor and struggling than to have
that."

Mr. Evringham gave the speaker a direct look in which appeared a trace of
humor.

"I think I am slightly inclined," he returned, "to overlook the fact that
you and Harry have any rights in Jewel which should be respected; but
theoretically I do acknowledge them, and it is going to be my study not to
spoil her. I have an idea that we couldn't," he added.

"Oh, yes, we could," returned Julia, "very easily."

"Well, there aren't quite enough of us to try," said the broker. "I believe
while we're waiting for Jewel, I'll just step up to the house and get some
one to send that telegram to Harry."

"Oh, yes!" exclaimed Julia eagerly; and in a minute she was