“See who?”
“Jeremiah—the gentleman who lives with the horses.”
“Do you mean my son Ezekiel?”
“Oh, yes'm. Ezekiel. I knew it was a prophet. He always speaks very kindly to me, and I like him. I wish I could see him just a few minutes.”
Mrs. Forbes was very much astonished and somewhat flattered. “It's wonderful, the fancy that child has taken to me and mine,” she thought.
“Well, folks must be humored when they're sick,” she replied. “Let me see,” looking at the little clock, “yes, Mr. Evringham's missed the second train. There'll be five or ten minutes yet, and 'Zekiel's got to wait anyway. I guess he can come up and see you.”
“Oh, thank you, Mrs. Forbes!” returned Jewel.
The housekeeper made her way out to the barn, where her son in his livery was waiting and reading the paper.
“The doctor's gone, Zeke, and the child wants to see you.”
“Me?” returned the coachman in surprise. “Why the bully little kid!”