"Not yours?" the hopping ceased.

"Oh, yes, excellent, probably. I haven't had one taken in so many years,
how can I tell? but here's one day that they can't get away from us, Jewel.
This eighth of June has been a good day, hasn't it--and mind, you're not to
tell about the pictures until we see how they come out."

"Yes, haven't we had _fun_? The be-_eau_tiful hotel, and the drive in the
park, and the ride in the boats and"--

"Speaking of boats, there it is now. They're coming," remarked Mr.
Evringham.

"Who?"

"Mr. and Mrs. Henry Thayer Evringham," returned the broker dryly. "Steady,
Jewel, steady now. It will be quite a while before you see them."

The late twilight had faded and the June night begun, the wharf was dimly
lighted and there was the usual crowd of customs officers, porters, and men
and women waiting to see friends. All moved and changed like figures in a
kaleidoscope before Jewel's unwinking gaze; but the long minutes dragged by
until at last her father and mother appeared among the passengers who came
in procession down the steep incline from the boat.

Mr. Evringham drew back a step as father, mother, and child clung to each
other, kissing and murmuring with soft exclamations. Harry extricated
himself first and shook hands with his father.