jibe. I don't even know what jibe is, so how
could I do it?"

Jewel had proceeded so far in her confidences when the door of her room
opened, and her father and mother came in in their bath-wrappers.

"We thought we heard you improving Anna Belle's mind," said her father,
taking her in his arms and kissing both her cheeks and chin, the tip of her
nose and her forehead, and then carefully repeating the programme.

"But that was ten!" cried Jewel.

"Certainly. If you didn't have one to grow on, how would you get along?"

Then her pretty mother, her brown hair hanging in long braids, took her
turn and kissed Jewel's cheeks till they were pinker than ever. "Many, many
happy returns, my little darling," she said. "I didn't know you weren't
going riding this morning."

"Yes, grandpa said he expected a man early on business, and he had to be
here to see him. Father could have gone with me," said Jewel, looking at
him reproachfully, where he sat on the side of the bed, "but when I asked
him last night he said--I forget what he said."

"Merely that I didn't believe that horses liked such early dew."

"Oh, Jewel!" laughed Mrs. Evringham, "your father is a lazy, sleepy boy.
It's later than you think, dearie. Hop up now and get ready for breakfast."

They left her, and the little girl arose with great alacrity, for ever
since she was a baby her birthday present had always been on the breakfast
table.

As soon as she was dressed, she put a blue cashmere wrapper on Anna Belle
and carried her downstairs to the room where the Evringham family had their
meals, separate from the other inmates of the farmhouse.

Mr. Evringham was standing by the window, reading the newspaper as he
waited, and Jewel ran to him and looked up with bright expectation.

"H'm!" he said, not lifting his eyes from the print, "good-morning, Jewel.
Essex Maid and Star would hardly speak to me when I was out there just now,
they're so vexed at having to stay indoors this morning."

The child did not reply, but continued to look up, smiling.

"Well," said the broker at last, dropping the paper. "Well? What is it? I
don't see anything very exciting. You haven't on your silk dress."

"Grandpa! It's my _birthday_."

The broker slapped his leg with very apparent annoyance. "Well, now, to
think I should have to be told that!"

Jewel laughed and hopped a little as she looked toward the table. "Do you
see that bunch under the cloth at my place? That's my