Your loving JEWEL.
Mr. Evringham continued to look at the signature for a minute before he spoke. Jewel was leaning against his arm and reading with him. The last lines slanted deeply, there being barely room in the lower corner for the writer's name.
“I can't write very straight without lines,” she said.
“You do very well indeed,” he returned. “About that bill, Jewel,” he added after a moment. “Perhaps you would better let me pay it. I believe you said you had three dollars, but even that won't last forever, you know. You've spent some of it, too. How much, now?”
“I've spent fifty cents.” Jewel cast a furtive look around at the chicken, “And, oh yes, fifty cents more for the telegram. How much do you think Dr. Ballard's bill will be?”
“I think it will take every cent you have left,” returned Mr. Evringham, gravely, curious to hear what his granddaughter would say in this dilemma.
Her reply came promptly and even eagerly. “Well, that's all right, because Divine Love will send me more if I need it.”
“Indeed? How can you be sure?”
Jewel smiled at him affectionately. “Do you mean it grandpa?”
“Why yes. I really want to know.”