Jewel regarded him questioningly a moment and then repeated, “But it was real hard for grandpa.”
“I can believe it!”
“And cousin Eloise is the kindest girl. She's like grandpa about that. Her kindness is inside, too.”
“Is it indeed? You don't know how much I thank you for telling me where to look for it.”
“Oh, she must be kind to you, Dr. Ballard!”
“Once in a while, once in a while,” he replied cautiously, but Jewel couldn't get a look into his eyes, though she tried, he was so busily engaged poking an invisible fly from Hector's side with the point of the whip. “If you'll find a way to make her kind to me all the time, Jewel, then you will be my mascot indeed.”
“All you have to do is to know she is,” replied the child earnestly. “I felt the way you do, at first, but now I've found out just because I stopped being afraid.”
“Ah, that's the recipe, eh? All I've to do is to stop being afraid.”
“That's all!” cried Jewel, beaming at his ready comprehension. “You'll find out there isn't a thing to be afraid of with Cousin Eloise, and oh, Dr. Ballard,” the child smiled at him wistfully, “she's getting so—so—unenchanted.”
“You just waved your wand, I suppose, and said 'Presto change,'” returned the young man.