Mrs. Forbes threw open the door and stood unsmiling. “Where is Mr. Evringham?” she asked, addressing her son. “Stayed in town.” The housekeeper stepped forward and helped down the little girl, who had risen and was looking brightly expectant. “How do you do, Julia,” she said. “Did you come out alone on the cars?” “No. Dr. Ballard came with me.” “Oh, that was the way of it. Zeke, hitch up the brougham. The ladies are going out to lunch.” “Why didn't they let me know?” grumbled Zeke. “Could have hitched up the brougham just as well in the first place.” “Don't ask _me_,” returned his mother acidly. “Where is your bag, Julia? I hope you haven't left it in the train?” “No, I didn't have any. I used mother's. She knew I'd have my trunk to-night.” “Then come in and I'll show you where your room is.” The child looked eagerly and admiringly from side to side as she followed Mrs. Forbes up two flights of broad shallow stairs and into an apartment which to her eyes seemed luxurious. “Was this ever my father's room?” she asked. “Why yes, I believe it was,” returned Mrs. Forbes, to whom that circumstance had not before occurred. “How kind of grandpa to let me have it!” said Jewel, highly pleased. “He wasn't in it much, your father wasn't. Away at school or some other place mostly. Where's your trunk?” “It's coming. Zeke said he'd attend to it.” Jewel looked up happily. “I have a”--she was intending to communicate to Mrs. Forbes the exciting detail of her wardrobe when the housekeeper interrupted her. “My son's name is Ezekiel,” she said impressively. “Oh,” returned Jewel abashed. “He told me Zeke.” She still stood in the middle of the large white room, Anna Belle in her arms, and with the surprised look in her serious face drew upon herself an unflattering mental comment. “The image of Harry,” thought Mrs. Forbes. “Can I see aunt Madge and cousin Eloise?” asked the child, beginning to feel some awe of the large woman regarding her. “They're getting ready to go out to lunch. They can't be disturbed now. You can sit here, or walk around until lunch time. You'll know when that is ready, because the gong will sound in the hall. Now when you go downstairs be careful not to touch the tall clock on the landing. That is a very valuable chiming clock, and you mustn't open its doors, for fear you would break something. Then if you go into the parlor you must never play on the piano unless you ask somebody, for fear Mr. Evringham might be trying to take a nap just at that time; then you mustn't go into the barn without permission, for it's dangerous where the horses are, and you might get kicked. If you're tired from your journey you can lie down now till lunch time; but whenever you do lie down, be sure to turn off this white spread, for fear you might soil it. Now I'm very busy, and I shan't see you again till lunch.” Mrs. Forbes departed and Jewel stood for half a minute motionless, feeling rather dazed by a novel sensation of resentment.