“Oh, nonsense,” returned Eloise, smiling.  “You’re not going way upstairs to get her.  We needn’t tell her we went.  She’s been out driving all the morning.  I think it’s my turn.”

The child looked happily up into her cousin’s face.  “I love to see you laugh, cousin Eloise,” she returned, and they strolled on.

The park drives were deserted.  The cousins reached the gorge without meeting any one.  Leaning upon the slender fence, they gazed down into the green depths, and for a minute listened to the woodland melody.

“Isn’t it just like your Spring Song?” asked the child at last.

“It is sweet and comforting and good,” replied the girl slowly, a far-off look in her eyes.

Jewel lifted her shoulders.  “Don’t you want to get down there, cousin Eloise?” she asked, her eyes sparkling.

“Yes,” replied the girl promptly.

“Will it hurt your dress?” added Jewel, with a sudden memory of Mrs. Forbes, as she looked over her cousin’s immaculate black and white costume.

“I guess not,” laughed the girl.  “Are you afraid Mrs. Forbes will put me to bed?”

She bent her lithe figure and was under the wire in a twinkling.  Jewel crept gleefully after her, but was careful to hold her little skirts out of harm’s way as they climbed down the steep bank and at last rested among the ferns by the brook.  Its louder babble seemed to welcome them.  Nature had been busy at her miracle working since the child’s last visit.  Without moving she could have gathered a handful of little blossoms.  Instead, she rolled over and kissed a near clump of violets.  “You darling, darling things!” she said.

Eloise looked up through far boughs to the fleece-flecked sky.  “Everything worth living for is right here, Jewel,” she said.  “Let’s have a tent and not give any one our address.”

“I think we ought to let Dr. Ballard come, don’t you?”

“Now why did you pick him out?” returned Eloise plaintively.  She was resting her head against her clasped hands as she stretched herself against the incline of her verdant couch.  Her companion did not reply at once, and Eloise lazily turned her head to where she could view the eyes fixed upon her.

“What are you thinking of, Jewel?”

“I was just thinking that if my mother made you a thin green dress that swept around you all long and narrow, you’d look like a flower, too.”

The girl smiled back at the sky.  “That’s very nice.  You can think those thoughts all you please.”

“That wasn’t all, though, because I was thinking about Dr. Ballard.  He feels sorry.  I couldn’t tell you about it at lunch, because aunt Madge—­well, because—­”

“Yes,” returned Eloise quietly.  “It is better for us to be alone.”

Jewel’s brow relaxed.  “Yes,” she said contentedly, “in the Ravine of Happiness.”

“Look out, though,” continued the girl in the same quiet tone and looking back at the sky.  “Look out what you say here.  It is easy now to feel that all is harmonious, and that discords do not exist.  I think even if grandfather appeared I could talk with him peacefully.”