Zeke laughed. "He seems able to put up with it. I expect there's going to
be ructions around here the next week."

"What's ructions?"

"Well, some folks might call it error. I don't know. Mr. Evringham's going
to be pretty busy with his own nose. It's going to be put out of joint
to-night. The green-eyed monster's going to get on the rampage, or I miss
my guess."

Jewel looked up doubtfully. Zeke was a joker, of course, being a man, but
what was he driving at now?

"What green-eyed monster?" she asked.

"Oh, the one that lives in folks' hearts and lays low part of the time,"
replied Zeke.

"Do you mean jealousy; envy, hatred, or malice?" asked Jewel so glibly that
her companion stared.

"Great Scott! What do you know about that outfit?" he asked.

The child nodded wisely. "I know people believe in them sometimes; but you
needn't think grandpa does, because he doesn't."

"Mr. Evringham's all right," agreed Zeke, "but he isn't going to be the
only pebble any longer. Your father and mother will be the whole thing
now."