“Yes, it’s right.  His mother knows it, and she’s so kind to me.  What do you think!  At breakfast she asked me if I wouldn’t like to bring Anna Belle down.  She says I can bring her to the table whenever I want to.  Isn’t it nice?  The dear little creature has been so patient, never having a thing to eat!”

Eloise could not help laughing, the manner in which Jewel finished was so suddenly quaint; but she shook her head in silent wonder as she watched the short skirted figure setting forth for the barn.

“Oh cousin Eloise.”  Jewel turned around.  “Will you come to the ravine after lunch, and see what Anna Belle and I have done?”

“Yes.”

Jewel walked on a little further and turned again.  “You won’t wear your watch, will you?” she called.

“No, I’ll surely forget it,” returned the girl, smiling.

The small figure went on, well content.

“Oh, if I could only be invisible in that barn!” soliloquized Eloise.  “How I would like to hear what she will say.  How wonderful it is that that little child has more chance of success, whatever trouble Zeke has been getting into, than any full-grown, experienced sage, philosopher, or reformer, who is a worker in mortal mind.”

Anna Belle came to luncheon that day.  Mrs. Forbes actually put a cushion in one of the chairs to lift the honored guest to such a height that her rosy smile was visible above the tablecloth.  Not content with this hospitality, the housekeeper brought a bread-and-butter plate, upon which she placed such small proportions of food as might be calculated to tempt a dainty appetite.  Jewel felt almost embarrassed by the eminence to which her child was suddenly raised.

“Oh, thank you, Mrs. Forbes,” she said; “you needn’t take so much trouble.  Anna Belle’s just used to having a part of mine.”

But nothing now was too good for Anna Belle.  “She shall have a cup-custard to-morrow,” returned the housekeeper.

Mrs. Evringham looked on with lack-lustre eyes.  As well make much of Anna Belle as any other idol.  Everything was stuffed with sawdust!

How the sunbeams glanced in the woods that day as Jewel, one hand clasping her doll and the other in Eloise’s, skipped along the road to the ravine!

When they had stooped under the wire and gone down the bank, how the brook sang, and how the violets bloomed in Jewel’s garden!

“It’s very pretty,” said Eloise, regarding the paths and flower beds which Jewel exhibited with pride.  “It’s very pretty, but it lacks one thing.”

“What?” asked the child eagerly.

“A pond.”

“But it is by the side of a rushing river,” returned Jewel.

“Yes, but all the more easy to have a pond.”

“How?”

“We’ll set a shallow pan, and sink it in the ground, and plant ferns about it to hang over.  Anna Belle can have some little china dolls to go in wading in it.”