As he dismounted at the piazza she clung to his hand going up the steps. “Which are you going to do, grandpa, go riding or play golf?” “Which do you want me to do?” he asked. “When you ride it's more fun for me,” she replied. He seated himself in one of the chairs and she leaned against its broad arm. “It's rather more fun for me, too. I'm growing lazy. I think I'll ride.” “Good!” “What have you been doing to-day, Jewel?” “Well,”--meditatively,--“cousin Eloise went to New York, so I had to get my lesson alone. And I didn't braid my hair over.” Mr. Evringham looked startled. “She'll do it, I dare say, before dinner,” he replied. “If she has time. She has gone riding with Dr. Ballard. They just trotted away together. Oh, it was lovely!” Mr. Evringham, leaning his head back, looked off under his heavy brows as he responded:-- “Across the hills and far away, Beyond their utmost purple rim, And deep into the dying day The happy princess followed him, “and all that sort of business, I suppose.” “I don't know what you mean,” said Jewel doubtfully. “I should hope not. Well, what else have you done? Been treating any rheumatism? I haven't had it since the sun shone.” “You never asked me to,” returned the child. Mr. Evringham smiled. “The sunshine is a pretty good treatment,” he observed. “Sometimes your belief comes into my thought,” said Jewel, “and of course I always turn on it and think the truth.” “Much obliged, I'm sure. I'd like to turn on it myself at times.” “You can study with cousin Eloise and me, if you'd like to,” said Jewel eagerly. “Oh, thank you, thank you,” rejoined the broker hastily. “Don't disturb yourself. There must be some sinners, you know, or the saints would have to go out of business--nobody to practice on. Well, have you been to the ravine?” “Oh yes! Anna Belle and I, and we had more _fun_! We made a garden.” “Morning or afternoon?” “Morning.” “Well I wish to know,” said Mr. Evringham in a suddenly serious and impressive tone, “I wish to know if you reached home in time for lunch.” Jewel felt somewhat startled under the daze of his piercing eyes, but her conscience was clear. “Yes, I was here in plenty of time. I wanted to surely not be late, so I was here too soon.” “That's what I was afraid of,” returned Mr. Evringham gravely. “I don't wish you to be unpunctual, but I object equally to your returning unnecessarily early when you wish to stay.” “But I couldn't help it, grandpa,” Jewel began earnestly, when he interrupted her. “So I've brought you this,” he added, and took from his pocket an oblong package, sealed at each end. The child laid her doll in the broker's lap,--he had become hardened to this indignity,--and her fingers broke the seals and slipped the paper from a morocco case. “Push the spring in the end,” said Mr. Evringham.