“Oh, Dr. Ballard and I are not relations,” explained Jewel seriously. “I think he wants to marry my cousin Eloise; but he hasn't ever said so, and I don't like to ask him. He's the kindest man. I just love him, and he's letting me ride around with him while he makes calls.”
“Why, that's very nice, I'm sure,” returned Mr. Reeves, smiling broadly. “Does he know that you're a Christian Scientist?”
“Oh, yes, indeed. I had a claim, and my grandpa called him to help me, so then I told him, but he kept on reflecting love just the same.”
Mr. Reeves scented an interesting experience, but he would not question the child. “Nice fellow, Guy Ballard. He deserves a better fate than to bow down to false gods all his days.”
“Yes, indeed,” returned Jewel heartily.
“But, as you say,” continued Mr. Reeves, “he reflects love, and so we shall hear of his being a successful physician.”
“Yes, I want him to be always happy,” said the child.
“Who is your grandfather, my dear?”
“Mr. Evringham.”
“Is it possible? Then you are—whose child?”