the dim gaslight with a golden sheen.

Mrs. Evringham smiled through her moist eyes.

"Well, Jewel _was_ sleepy. She forgot to undress Anna Belle," she said.

Letting her hair fall about her like a veil, she caught up the doll and
pressed it to her heart impulsively. "You are going to stay with her,
Anna Belle! I envy you, I envy you!" she whispered. An irrepressible
tear fell on the sumptuous trimming of the little hat. "Be good to her;
comfort her, comfort her, little dolly." Hastily wiping her eyes, she
turned to her husband, still holding the doll. "We shall have to be very
careful, Harry, in the morning. If we are harboring one wrong or fearful
thought, we must not let Jewel know it."

"Oh, I wish it were over! I wish the next month were over!" he replied
restively.



CHAPTER V

BON VOYAGE

At the dock next morning the scene was one of the usual confusion. The
sailing time was drawing near and Mr. Evringham had not appeared.

Harry, with his little girl's hand in his, stood at the foot of the gang
plank, peering at every newcomer and growing more anxious every moment.
Jewel occupied herself in throwing kisses to her mother, who stood at