Eloise at once sank upon the green incline, and he followed her example. Jewel watched him with consideration, and he became aware of her gaze.
“What are you making, little girl?” he asked, with his sunshiny smile.
“A garden; and I could dig the pond if I had brought the trowel.”
“Perhaps my knife will do.” He took it out and opened the largest blade. “What do you think of that?”
“Do you suppose I should break it?” asked the child doubtfully.
“You're welcome to try,” he replied.
She leaned forward and accepted it from his outstretched hand.