The girl looked embarrassed. “I haven't any.”
“Well, your mother's would do just as well,” said Jewel politely.
“She hasn't any—here, I'm sure.”
The little girl stood very still a moment. “No wonder they're sorry,” she thought.
“All right. We can both look over one,” she answered, and going to the dresser she brought her books.
“Was this the study you meant?” asked Eloise, looking at the three books curiously. “I thought I was offering to help you with something I knew about. I used to learn verses out of the Bible when I was a little girl in Sunday-school. I don't know anything about it now.”
“But you can read everything, the big words and all,” replied Jewel. “I wish I could.”
Eloise saw that this reply was designed to minister to her self-respect. She took up the small black book lying with the Bible. “What is this?”
“That is 'Science and Health,' that Mrs. Eddy wrote to explain to us what the Bible means; and this other one is to tell us where to pick out the places for the day's lesson.” Jewel pulled up a chair, and seating herself, turned over the leaves of the Quarterly briskly until she found the right date.
“Please find Zechariah, cousin Eloise.”