“I don't know what you mean,” said Jewel doubtfully.
“I should hope not. Well, what else have you done? Been treating any rheumatism? I haven't had it since the sun shone.”
“You never asked me to,” returned the child.
Mr. Evringham smiled. “The sunshine is a pretty good treatment,” he observed.
“Sometimes your belief comes into my thought,” said Jewel, “and of course I always turn on it and think the truth.”
“Much obliged, I'm sure. I'd like to turn on it myself at times.”
“You can study with cousin Eloise and me, if you'd like to,” said Jewel eagerly.
“Oh, thank you, thank you,” rejoined the broker hastily. “Don't disturb yourself. There must be some sinners, you know, or the saints would have to go out of business—nobody to practice on. Well, have you been to the ravine?”
“Oh yes! Anna Belle and I, and we had more fun! We made a garden.”
“Morning or afternoon?”