"Please send Jewel to the 'phone."

"Yes, sir."

She laid down the receiver, and moving to the foot of the stairs called
loudly, "Jewel!"

"Drat the little lamb!" groaned the housekeeper, "If I was only sure she
was up there; I've got to go up anyway. _Jewel!_" louder.

"Ye--es!" came faintly from above, then a door opened. "Is somebody calling
me?"

Mrs. Forbes began to climb the stairs deliberately while she spoke with
energy. "Hurry down, Jewel. Mr. Evringham wants you on the 'phone."

"Goody, goody!" cried the child, her feet pattering on the thick carpet as
she flew down one flight and then passed the housekeeper on the next.
"Perhaps he is coming out early to ride."

"Nothing would surprise me less," remarked Mrs. Forbes dryly as she
mounted.

Jewel flitted to the telephone and picked up the receiver.

"Hello, grandpa, are you coming out?" she asked.

"No, I thought perhaps you would like to come in."