"Yes."

"Well, in our hymnal there's the line of a hymn: 'Green pastures are before
me,' and mother and I used to say that line every morning when we woke up,
to remind us that Love was going to lead us all day."

"I'd like to see your mother," said Mrs. Forbes after a pause.

"You will, to-night," cried Jewel, suddenly joyous again. "Oh, Mrs. Forbes,
do you think I could take Anna Belle to New York?"

"What did Mr. Evringham say?"

"He went away before I had a chance to ask him." Jewel looked wistfully
toward the chair where the doll sat by the window, toeing in, her sweet
gaze fixed on the wall-paper. "She would enjoy it so!" added the little
girl.

"Oh, it's a tiresome trip for children, such late hours," returned Mrs.
Forbes persuasively. "Beside," with an inspiration, "you'd like your hands
free to help your mother carry her bags, wouldn't you?"

"That's so," responded Jewel. "Anna Belle would always give up anything for
her grandma!" and as the housekeeper finished tying the hair bows, the
little girl skipped over to the chair and knelt before the doll, explaining
the situation to her with a joyous incoherence mingled with hugs and kisses
from which the even-tempered Anna Belle emerged apparently dazed but
docile.