"Well, you look in the glass and see for yourself."

Just then the train came along and Zeke swung the child up to the high
step. The fact that she found a seat by the window added a ray to her
shining eyes. Her companion took the place beside her.

"Yes," he went on, as the train started, "it's kind of hard on the rest of
us to have you so tickled over the prospect."

"I'm only happy over father and mother," returned Jewel.

"Pretty nice folks, are they?"

Jewel shook her head significantly. "You just wait and see," she replied
with zest.

"Which one do you look like?"

"Like father. Mother's much prettier than father."

"A beauty, is she?"

"N--o, I don't believe so. She isn't so pretty as cousin Eloise, but then
she's pretty."

"That's probably the reason your grandfather likes to see you
around--because you look like his side of the house."

"Well," Jewel sighed, "I hope grandpa likes my nose. I don't."