“Oh. I'll see if I can't find you a trowel.”
There was one at hand, and as the housekeeper passed it to the child she warned her:—
“Be careful you don't make a mistake, now, and get hold of anybody's plants. What did your cousin Eloise go to New York for?”
“I don't know.”
“Well I hope it's for her trousseau.”
Jewel smiled. “My mother makes those.”
“I don't believe she'll ever make one for you, then,” returned Mrs. Forbes, but not ill-naturedly. She laughed, glancing at Sarah, who stood by.
“But I think she will for Anna Belle,” returned Jewel brightly, “when she gets older.”
The housekeeper and maid both laughed. “Run along,” said Mrs. Forbes, “and don't you be late for lunch.”
“She's an awful sweet child,” said Sarah half reproachfully. “Just the spirit of sunshine.”