Her eyes roved to where, directly opposite, the beautiful young lady was
regarding her soberly.

Mrs. Evringham spoke. "That is your cousin Eloise, Julia."

Eloise inclined her graceful head, but made no further recognition of
the child's admiring look.

"They haven't met before?" said Mr. Evringham, looking from one to the
other.

"No," returned Mrs. Evringham with her most gracious manner. "It just
happened that Eloise and I were engaged at luncheon to-day, and when we
returned the little girl was taking a nap."

By this time Mrs. Forbes had brought Jewel's soup and she was eating.
She looked up brightly at Mr. Evringham.

"Yes, grandpa, I went to sleep in your big chair on the piazza. I didn't
know it was your special chair until Mrs. Forbes waked me up."

Her grandfather regarded her from under his heavy brows. He was
resenting the fact that Eloise had made no effort to welcome the child.
"Indeed?" he returned. "What did she wake you up for?"

"Because it was time to get ready for dinner," returned Jewel. "It
reminded me of the story of Golden Hair, when she had gone to sleep on
the bear's bed, the way Mrs. Forbes said, 'This is your grandfather's
chair!'"