Are you sure? I don't want to fix up till I make Solomon look like thirty
cents and then find out there's some misdeal."

"Grandpa wants you to bring me to his office, that's what he said,"
returned the child earnestly. "Let's start real _soon_!"

Like a sprite she was back at the house and running upstairs, calling for
Mrs. Forbes.

The housekeeper appeared at the door of the front room, empty now for two
days of Mrs. Evringham's trunks, and Jewel with flushed cheeks and
sparkling eyes told her great news.

Mrs. Forbes was instantly sympathetic. "Come right upstairs and let me help
you get ready. Dear me, to-night! I wonder if they'll want any supper when
they get here."

"I don't know. I don't know!" sang Jewel to a tune of her own improvising,
as she skipped ahead.

"I don't believe they will," mused Mrs. Forbes. "Those customs take so much
time. It seems a very queer thing to me, Jewel, Mr. Evringham letting you
come in at all. Why, you'll very likely not get home till midnight."

"Won't it be the most _fun_!" cried the child, dancing to her closet and
getting her checked silk dress.

"I guess your flannel sailor suit will be the best, Jewel."

"Grandpa said I might wear my silk. You see I'm going to dinner with him,