But nothing now was too good for Anna Belle. “She shall have a cup-custard to-morrow,” returned the housekeeper.
Mrs. Evringham looked on with lack-lustre eyes. As well make much of Anna Belle as any other idol. Everything was stuffed with sawdust!
How the sunbeams glanced in the woods that day as Jewel, one hand clasping her doll and the other in Eloise's, skipped along the road to the ravine!
When they had stooped under the wire and gone down the bank, how the brook sang, and how the violets bloomed in Jewel's garden!
“It's very pretty,” said Eloise, regarding the paths and flower beds which Jewel exhibited with pride. “It's very pretty, but it lacks one thing.”
“What?” asked the child eagerly.
“A pond.”
“But it is by the side of a rushing river,” returned Jewel.
“Yes, but all the more easy to have a pond.”
“How?”