Mrs. Evringham overheard the question and welcomed the reply with relief.

Jewel ate the bread and fruit and milk that Mrs. Forbes gave her for her late lunch, and said that she felt better.

“You look so,” returned the housekeeper.  The child had not once called her upstairs during the morning.  She certainly was as little trouble as a sick child could be.

“If ’t was anybody else,” mused Mrs. Forbes, regarding her, “I should say that she sensed the situation and knew she’d brought it on herself and me, and was trying to make up for it; but nobody can tell what she thinks.  Her eyes do look more natural.  I guess Dr. Ballard’s a good one.”

“It don’t seem to hurt you to swallow now,” remarked Mrs. Forbes.

“No’m, it doesn’t, she answered.

“Now then, you see how foolish and naughty it was the way you behaved about having the doctor this morning.  Look how much better you are already!”

“Yes’m, I love Dr. Ballard.”

“You well may.  He’s done well by you.”  Mrs. Forbes took the tray.  “Now do you feel like going to sleep again?  The doctor won’t come till about six o’clock.  Your fever’ll rise toward evening, and that’s the time he wants to see you.  I shall sleep in the spare room next you to-night.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Forbes.  You are so kind; but you won’t have to,” replied the child earnestly.  “Would you please draw up the curtains and put Anna Belle’s clothes on the bed?  Perhaps I’ll dress her after a while.  It doesn’t seem fair to make her stay in bed when it wasn’t her error.”

“I don’t think you’d better keep your arms out,” returned Mrs. Forbes decidedly.  “I’ll put up the curtains, but when you come to try to do anything you’ll find you are very weak.  You can ring the bell when you want to, you know.  And don’t take your medicine again for an hour after eating.  I’d take another nap right away if I was you.”

When she had gone out, Jewel shook her head at the doll, whose face was smiling toward her own.  “You denied it, didn’t you, dearie, the minute she said it,” she whispered.  “Error is using Mrs. Forbes to hold me under mortal mind laws, but it can’t be so, because God doesn’t want it, and I’m not afraid any more.”

Jewel put her hand under her pillow and drew out the two slips of paper that bore her mother’s messages.  These she read through several times.  “Of course there are more, Anna Belle.  I shouldn’t wonder if there was one in every pocket, but I don’t mean to hunt.  Divine love will send them to me just when I need them, the way He did these.  I’m sorry I can’t dress you, dearie, because you’ve just reflected love all the time, and ought not to be in bed at all; but I must obey, you know, so there won’t be discord.  I’d love to just hop up and get your clothes, but you’ll forgive me for not, I know.”