on.

"That's right. Come along," said the housekeeper. "Mr. Evringham likes
everybody to be punctual in his house."

"Oh, has grandpa come home?" inquired Jewel eagerly.

"No, he won't be home for hours yet. Come this way."

The little girl followed to the dining-room, which she thought quite as
wonderful as the clock; but her admiration of all she saw was no longer
unmixed. Mrs. Forbes seemed to cast a shadow.

One place was laid at the table, one handsome chair was drawn up to it.
Jewel longed to call Anna Belle's attention to the glittering array on
the sideboard and behind the crystal doors of cabinets, but something
withheld her.

She looked questioningly at the housekeeper. "I think I'll draw up
another chair for Anna Belle," she said.

Mrs. Forbes had already decided, from small signs of assurance, that
this Western child was bold. "Give her an inch, and she'll take an ell,"
she had said to herself. "I know her sort."

"Do you mean the doll?" she returned. "Put it down anywhere. You must
never bring it to the table. Mr. Evringham wouldn't like it."

In silence Jewel seated the doll in the nearest chair against the wall,
and as she slid up into her own, a neat maid appeared with a puffy and