The young man shook his head. “I observed Lent this year scrupulously, and I haven't changed my tactics since Easter. I've been keeping my nose to the grindstone. Began to see things a little differently, Eloise. I decided it was mother's innings—decided to drop the butterfly and do the bee act.”
“Is it possible!” The girl laughed. “Will wonders never cease! What was the matter? Did the heiresses cut you?”
“I cut the whole thing, and I have my reward. I suppose your mother didn't tell you that, either. I'm going into business with Mr. Reeves. Do you know him? Jewel does.” He smiled toward the child, who lifted an interested face.
“Yes, I do,” she said. “You remember about him, cousin Eloise.”
“Certainly.” The girl looked at her friend questioningly.
“I'm spending this week at his house.”
“And you know about Jewel? He has told you?”
“Certainly. The one person of his acquaintance who hasn't to unlearn anything.”
“You mean he talked to you of Christian Science?”
Bonnell's hands were clasping his knees. His hat lay on the bank beside him and the thick hair tossed away from his brow. He nodded slowly, wondering at the sudden attentive interest of her look.