Mrs. Forbes lips fell apart.
“One moment more, Jewel,” said Mr. Evringham. “Mrs. Forbes was telling me of the gentleman who spoke to you on the trolley car yesterday.”
“Oh yes,” returned the child, smiling at the pleasing memory. “The Christian Scientist!”
“What makes you think he is a Christian Scientist?” asked Mr. Evringham.
“I know he was. He had on the pin.” Jewel showed the one she wore, and her grandfather examined the little cross and crown curiously.
“I wonder if it's possible,” he soliloquized aloud.
“Oh yes, grandpa, he is one, and if he's a friend of yours he can explain to you so much better than a little girl can.”
After the child had left the room Mr. Evringham and his housekeeper stood regarding one another. His usually unsmiling countenance was relaxed. Mrs. Forbes observed his novel expression, but did not suspect that the light twinkling in his deep-set eyes was partly due to the sight of her own pent-up emotion.
He hooked one thumb in his vest and balanced his eyeglasses in his other hand.
“Well, what do you think of her?” he inquired.