“I am doing wrong, but I can't help it.” The girl took her supporting hand from the doll and pressed it to her eyes a second before dropping it. “What were you doing when I came in?” “I was just going to get the lesson.” “Oh, do you go on with your studies? Perhaps I can help you better than Anna Belle.” “Would you cousin Eloise?” Jewel flushed with pleasure. “Some of the words are so long. I thought I'd ask grandpa to-night.” “Why didn't you wish to come to me?” questioned Eloise, well knowing why. The little girl looked a trifle embarrassed. “I didn't want to trouble you. Of course you aren't my real relations,” she said modestly. “Do you remember that, too!” exclaimed Eloise. Jewel started at the hurt voice. “Would you like to be?” she asked earnestly. “I wish you were, because”--she hesitated and smiled with her head a little on the side, “because I might look more like you.” The gravity of Eloise's lips remained unbroken. “I want you to promise me something, Jewel. I want you to promise not to tell your grandfather that I have been with you to-day.” “Why? He'd be glad I was happy.” “I have a reason. I will help you with your studies every day if you won't tell him.” “I might without meaning to,” rejoined the child, her alert little mind busy with the new problem suddenly presented to it. “I will make a rainbow scarf for Anna Belle if you will never speak of me to your grandfather.” “Why do you say my grandfather? He's yours, too.” “Not at all. Didn't you just say I was not your real relation?” “Oh but, cousin Eloise,” Jewel was sure of the hurt now, though the why or wherefore was a mystery, “of course he wishes you were.” “Oh no he doesn't.” The answer came quick and sharp, and the child reviewed mentally her own observations of the household. Her heart swelled with the desire to help. “Now, cousin Eloise,” her breath came a little faster with the thronging thoughts for which her vocabulary was insufficient, “error does try to cheat people so. Just think how kind you were inside all the time, though you wouldn't smile at me. You're willing to make Anna Belle a scarf. I called you the enchanted maiden, because you were too sorry to try to make people happy, and now grandpa's just like that; he's enchanted, too, if he doesn't make you happy, because he's just as _kind_ inside, oh, just as _kind_ as he can be.” “He likes you,” returned Eloise. Jewel regarded her for a silent moment. “I noticed when I came,” she said at last, apologetically, “that nobody here seemed to love one another; and the house was so grand and the people were so beautiful that I couldn't understand; and I called it Castle Discord.” Eloise gave a little exclamation. “I call it the icebox,” she returned. Jewel's face lighted. “That's it, that's all it is,” she said eagerly. “It's easy to melt ice. Love melts everything.” “It's pretty slow work sometimes,” said Eloise.