let me have such a beautiful visit, and if we can _just_--manage not to say
good-by, everything will be so much easier."

The broker stood looking at her while the plaintive voice made music for
him. "I'm going to try to manage just that thing if it's in the books," he
said, after waiting a little, and Jewel, looking up at him with an April
smile, saw that his eyes were wet.

"You're so good, grandpa," she returned tremulously; "and I won't even kiss
Essex Maid's neck--not the last morning."

He sat down with fallen gaze, and Jewel caught her lip with her teeth as
she looked at him. Then suddenly the leghorn hat was on the floor, daisy
side down, while she climbed into his lap and her soft cheek buried itself
under Mr. Evringham's ear.

"How m-many m-miles off is Chicago?" stammered the child, trying to repress
her sobs, all happy considerations suddenly lost in the realization of her
grandfather's lonely lot.

"A good many more than it ought to be. Don't cry, Jewel." The broker's
heart swelled within him as he pressed her to his breast. Her sorrow filled
him with tender elation, and he winked hard.

"There isn't--isn't any sorrow--in mind, grandpa. Shouldn't you--you think
I'd--remember it? Divine Love always--always takes care--of us--and just
because--I don't see how He's going--going to this time--I'm crying! Oh,
it's so--so naughty!"

Mr. Evringham swallowed fast. He never had wondered so much as he did this