The child folded the paper and put it carefully back in her pocket. Then she took her bath, and returning to her room undressed her doll in silence. Finally, changing her wrapper for her nightdress, she climbed into bed, where she lay thinking and looking at the sunlight on the wall.
At dinner time the maid Sarah appeared with a tray. “Here's your dinner, Miss Julia,” she said, looking at the heavy-eyed little girl. “It's too bad you're not well.”
“I am well, thank you,” replied Jewel. “I'm sorry you had to carry that heavy tray up so many stairs.”
“Oh, I don't mind that,” returned the girl good-naturedly. “I'll set it right here by the bed.”
“Is grandpa down there?” asked Jewel wistfully.
“Yes, Miss Julia. They're all eating their dinner. I hope you'll enjoy yours.”
Sarah went away, and the little girl spread some bread and butter and ate it slowly.
Meanwhile, when the family had gathered at the dinner table, Mr. Evringham looked up at his housekeeper.
“Where is Jewel?” he asked shortly. “I object to her being unpunctual.”
“Yes, sir. She is having dinner in her room. She was very naughty and got wet in the brook.”