Eloise stared at her in wonder. “Do you know what you've talking about, you little thing, when you use all those long words?”
“Yes. Don't you?” asked the child. “Oh, listen!” for a bird suddenly poured a wild strain of melody from the treetop.
“And just think,” said Jewel presently, in a soft, awestruck tone, “that some people wear birds sewed on their hats, just as if they were glad something was dead!”
“It is weird,” agreed Eloise. “I never liked it. Jewel, did Dr. Ballard blame you because I am interested in Christian Science?”
“He said he wished I wouldn't talk to you and go to church and everything.”
The girl bit a blade of grass and eyed the child's serious face.
“Well, what are you going to do about it?”
“I asked God to show me. I wish Dr. Ballard would study with you.”
“That is impossible. He has spent years learning his science, and he loves it and is proud of it; so what next?”
“Very queer things happen sometimes,” rejoined Jewel doubtfully.