Arrived in an electric-lighted anteroom, Zeke's request to see Mr.
Evringham was met by a sharp-eyed young man who denied it with a cold,
inquiring stare. Then the glance of this factotum fell to Jewel's uplifted,
rose-tinted face and her trustful gaze fixed on his own.

Zeke twirled his hat slowly between his hands.

"You just step into Mr. Evringham's office," he said quietly, "and tell him
the young lady he invited has arrived."

Jewel wondered how this person, who had the privilege of being near her
grandfather all day, could look so forbidding; but in her happy excitement
she could not refrain from smiling at him under the nodding hat brim.

"I'm going to dinner with him," she said softly, "and I _think_ we're going
to have Nesselrode pudding."

The young man's eyes stared and then began to twinkle. "Oh," he returned,
"in that case"--then he turned and left the visitors.

When he entered the sanctum of his employer he was smiling. Mr. Evringham
did not look up at once. When he did, it was with a brief, "Well?"

"A young lady insists upon seeing you, sir."

"Kindly stop grinning, Masterson, and tell her she must state her
business."

"She has done so, sir," but Masterson did not stop grinning. "She looks
like a summer girl, and I guess she is one."