"Yes, oh, yes, I--I think so," hastily. "We'll see, and then, after
that--how much Nesselrode pudding do you think you can eat? I tell you,
Jewel, we're going to have the time of our lives!" Mr. Evringham struck his
hands together with such lively anticipation that the child's spirits rose.

"Yes," she responded, "and then after dinner, _what_?" She gazed at him.

The broker tapped his forehead as if knocking at the door of memory.

"Father and mother!" she cried out, laughing and beginning to hop
discreetly. "You forgot, grandpa, you forgot. Your own little boy coming
home and you forgot!"

"Well, that's a fact, Jewel; that I suppose I had better remember. He is my
own boy--and I don't know but I owe him something after all."




CHAPTER III

HOME-COMING


Again Jewel and her grandfather stood on the wharf where the great boats,
ploughing their way through the mighty seas, come finally, each into its
own place, as meekly as the horse seeks his stable.

The last time they stood here they were strangers watching the departure of