"You'll think about this room where you've lived so many weeks, when you
get back to Chicago."

"Yes, I shall think about it lots of times," said the little girl. "I knew
it would be a lovely visit at grandpa's, and it has been."

She glanced up in the mirror toward the housekeeper's face and saw that the
woman's lips were working suspiciously and her eyes brimming over.

"You won't be lonely, will you, Mrs. Forbes?" she asked; "because grandpa
says you want to live with Zeke in the barn this summer while he shuts up
the house and goes off on his vacation."

"Oh, yes; it's all right, Jewel, only it just came over me that in a week,
or perhaps sooner, you'll be gone."

"It's real kind of you to be glad to have me stay," said the child. "I try
not to think about going away, because it does make me feel sorry every
time. You know the soot blows all around in Chicago and we haven't any
yard, and when I think about all the sky and trees here, and the ravine,
beside grandpa and you and Zeke and Essex Maid--why I have to just say 'I
_won't_ be sorry,' and then think about father and mother and Star and all
the nice things! I think Star will like the park pretty well." Jewel looked
into space thoughtfully, and then shook her head. "I'm sure the morning we
go I shall have to say: 'Green pastures are before me' over and over."

"What do you mean, child?"

"Why, you know the psalm: 'He maketh me to lie down in green pastures. He
leadeth me beside the still waters'?"