"Oh, grandpa, do these cost very much?"

"Why? Do you want to have Star sit for his picture?"

"Yes, it _would_ be nice to have a picture of Star, wouldn't it! I never
thought of that. I mean to ask mother if I can."

The broker winced.

"What I was thinking of was, could I have a picture of Essex Maid to take
with me to Chicago?"

Mr. Evringham nodded. "I will get you one." He kept on nodding slightly,
and Jewel noted the expression of his eyes. Her bright look began to cloud
as her grandfather continued to gaze at her.

"You'd like to have a picture of Star to keep, wouldn't you?" she asked
softly, her head falling a little to one side in loving recognition of his
sadness.

"Yes," he answered, rather gruffly, "and I've been thinking for some weeks
that there was a picture lacking on my desk here."

"Star's?" asked Jewel.

"No. Yours. Are there any pictures of you?"

"No, only when I was a baby. You ought to see me. I was as _fat_!"