Jewel by Clara Louise Burnham
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won't eat this and that, and doesn't want to wear rubbers, but she's
handy and neat, and is used to doing for herself; her mother hasn't had time to fuss with her, of course, and that's lucky for me. She seems very well behaved, considering." Jewel had made heroic efforts while Mrs. Forbes assisted at her morning toilet, and this was her reward. "Well, we mustn't have you imposed upon," returned Mr. Evringham, feeling guilty of the situation. "The child must obey you implicitly, implicitly." So saying he passed into the house, and after making a change in his toilet, entered the dining-room. There he was seated, deep in his newspaper and waiting for his coffee, when the door opened, light feet ran to him, and an arm was thrown around his neck. He looked up to meet a happy smile, and before he could realize who had captured him, Jewel pressed a fervent kiss upon his cheek. "Oh, grandpa, how nice and cold your cheek feels! Have you been out doors already?" Mr. Evringham could feel the said cheek grow hot in surprise at this onslaught. He held himself stiffly and uncomfortably in the encircling arm. "Yes, I've been out on horseback," he returned shortly. "I go every morning." Jewel's eyes sparkled. "Oh, I'm so glad. Then I can watch you. I love to |
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