minute just how obstinate or how docile those inconvenient and superfluous
individuals--Jewel's parents--would prove.

He cleared his throat. "Come, come," he said, and he kissed the warm pink
rose of the child's cheek. "Don't spoil those bright eyes just when you're
going to have your picture taken. We're going to have the jolliest time you
ever heard of!"

Jewel's little handkerchief was wet and Mr. Evringham put his own into her
hand and they went into the lavatory where she used the wet corner of a
towel while he told her about the photographer who had taken Essex Maid's
picture and should take Star's.

Then the cherished leghorn hat was rescued from its ignominy and replaced
carefully on its owner's head.

"But I never thought you meant to have my picture taken this afternoon,"
said Jewel, her lips still somewhat tremulous.

"I didn't until a minute ago, but I think we can find somebody who won't
mind doing it late in the day."

"Yours too, then, grandpa.--Oh, _yes_," and at last a smile beamed like the
sun out of an April sky, "right on the same card with me!"

"Oh, no, no, Jewel; no, no!"

"Yes, _please_, grandpa," earnestly, "do let's have one nice nose in the
picture!" She lifted eyes veiled again with a threatening mist. "And you'll
put your arm around me--and then I'll look at it"--her lip twitched.