Jewel obeyed, but not without some misgivings when her guardian so
coolly pocketed the check.

"Yes, it's for my trunk," she replied when her grandfather was beside
her and they began rattling over the stones. "I have a checked silk
dress," she added softly, after a pause. It were well to let him know
the value of her baggage.

"Have you indeed? How old are you, Julia? Your name is Julia, I
believe?"

"Yes, sir, my _name's_ Julia, but so is mother's, and they call me
Jewel. I'm nearly nine, grandpa."

"H'm. Time flies," was the brief response.

Jewel looked out of the cab window in the noisy silence that followed.
At last her voice was raised to sound through the clatter. "I suppose my
trunk is somewhere else," she said suggestively.

"Yes, your trunk will reach home all right, plaid silk and all."

Jewel smiled, and lifting the doll she let her look out the window upon
the uninviting prospect. "Anna Belle's clothes are in the trunk, too,"
she added, turning and speaking confidentially.

"Whose?" asked Mr. Evringham, startled. "There's no one else coming, I
suppose?"