Mr. Evringham shook the drops from his head. “Get Jewel's rubber please, Zeke,” he said, pointing with his thumb over his shoulder. “I was Cinderella,” cried the child gayly. “That's my glass slipper out there in the mud.” Zeke would have liked to joke with her, but that was an impossibility in the august presence. He cast a curious glance at the little girl as he left the barn. He had received his mother's version of yesterday's experience. “Well, it looks to me as if there was something those Christian Science folks know that the rest of us don't,” he soliloquized. “I saw her with my own eyes, and felt her with my own hands. Mother says children get up from anything twice as quick as grown folks, but I don't know.” “Don't you love a stable, grandpa?” exclaimed Jewel. “Oh, I'm too happy to scuff,” and she kicked off the other rubber. Even while she spoke Essex Maid looked around and whinnied at sight of her master. “She knows you, she knows you,” cried the little girl joyously, hopping up and down. “Of course,” said Mr. Evringham, holding out his hand to the delighted child and leading her into the stall. The mare rubbed her nose against him. “We couldn't get out this morning, eh, girl?” said the broker, caressing her neck, while Jewel smoothed the bright coat as high as she could reach. Her grandfather lifted her in his arms. “Here, my maid, here's a new friend for you. In my pocket, Jewel.” The child took out the lumps of sugar one by one, and Essex Maid ate them from the little hand, touching it gently with her velvet lips. Zeke came in and whistled softly as he glanced at the group in the stall. “Whew,” he mused. “He's letting her feed the Maid. I guess she can put her shoes in _his_ trunk all right.” Mr. Evringham set Jewel on the mare's back and she smoothed the bright mane and patted the beautiful creature. “I'd like to gallop off now over the whole country,” she said, her face glowing. “I shouldn't be surprised either if you could do it bareback,” returned Mr. Evringham; “but you must never come into either of the stalls without me. You understand, do you?” “Yes, grandpa. I'm glad you told me though, because I guess I should have.” The child gave a quick, unconscious sigh. “Well we'd better go in now.” “How kind you are to me,” said the child gratefully, as she slid off the horse's back with her arms around her grandfather's neck. He had forgotten his rheumatic shoulder for the time. “You can bring those rubbers in later,” he said to Zeke, and so carried Jewel out of the barn, through the rain, and into the house. Mrs. Forbes watched the entrance. “Breakfast is served, sir,” she said with dignity. She thought her employer should have worn a hat. Jewel was not offered eggs this morning. Instead she had, after her fruit and oatmeal, a slice of ham and a baked potato.