“I don't know,” he replied, his mood altered by her tone, “but I should like to know what you think about it. Your cure was a rather surprising one to us all.”
“I can tell you some of the things I know.”
“Do so then.”
“Well”—a pause—“there wasn't anything to cure, you see.”
“Ah! You weren't ill then!”
“No—o,” scornfully, “of course not. I knew it all the time, but it seemed so real to me, and so hot, I knew I'd have to have some one else handle the claim for me.”
“It certainly did seem rather real.” Mr. Evringham smiled.
Jewel saw that he did not in the least comprehend.
“You know there isn't any devil, don't you, grandpa?” she asked patiently.
“Well, sometimes I have my doubts.”