The speaker caught, in the glass, the child's eyes fixed attentively upon her.
“Wouldn't Dr. Ballard look at our book?” asked Jewel softly.
“No, dear.”
The child reflected a minute, and her eyes filled. “I just love him,” she said.
Her cousin stooped and kissed her cheek. “You well may,” she returned quietly. “He deserves it.”
They studied the lesson and then went downstairs, where Jewel in her very best hand slowly transcribed her name in the new books; then she told Eloise that she was going out to the barn.
“I'm going to visit with Zeke,” she said. “He has a claim of error, and he is willing Science should help him.”
“Is he ill?”
Jewel looked off. “It isn't that kind of error.”
“There are plenty worse,” rejoined Eloise. She looked doubtfully at the little girl. “Wouldn't you better tell me, dear? Is it right for you to go?”