Mr. Evringham unconsciously heaved a sigh of relief at this commonplace information. His knowledge of the claims of Christian Science was extremely vague, and he had feared being obliged to listen to a declaration of the use of some means of communication which would make Marconi's discoveries appear like clumsy makeshifts.
“But I think, grandpa, perhaps you'd better not tell Mrs. Forbes.”
“How did you manage to see Zeke?”
“I asked his mother if he might come to see me before he took you to the train.”
Mr. Evringham pulled his mustache in amusement. “Did he pay for the telegram?”
“Why no, grandpa. I told you I had plenty of money.”
“And you think that Mrs. Somebody in Chicago cured you?”
“Of course not. God did.”
“But she asked Him, eh?”
Jewel's innocent eyes looked directly into the quizzical ones. “It's pretty hard for a little girl to teach you about it if you don't know,” she said doubtfully.