“Now what's all this?” mused Mr. Evringham as he drove to the station. “Has another granddaughter fallen in love with me? Methinks not. What is she after? Does she want to get away from Ballard? Methinks not, again. She's going to ask me for something probably. Egad, if she does, I think I'll turn her over to Jewel.”
Eloise's eyes were bright during the lesson that morning.
“It's to-day, Jewel,” she said, “that I'm going to talk with that man I'm afraid of.”
“Never say that again,” returned the child vehemently. “You are not afraid. There's no one to be afraid of. Do you want me to handle it for you?”
“What do you mean, Jewel?”
“To declare the truth for you.”
“Do you mean give me a treatment for it?”
“Yes.”
“Oh. Do you know that seems very funny to me, Jewel?”
“It seems funny to me that you are afraid, when God made you, and the man, and all of us, and there's nothing but goodness and love in the universe. Fear is the belief of evil. Do you want to believe evil?”