Jewel had watched them, and now, as they paused, her voice broke the silence in which the two friends looked into each other's faces.
“Cousin Eloise is going to church with me on Sunday,” she announced.
“Oh, certainly.” Bonnell smiled. “Wednesday evening meetings and all now, Eloise. Haven't you attended yet?”
“No, I've only just learned. I've only just seen. I'm only beginning to see, Nat. Your mother was healed. Oh, it is true, isn't it! It's so wonderful to find that you, you, know more about it than I do, when I supposed you would scorn it. I can't help expecting to wake up.”
“That is just what you will do,” returned Bonnell. “You will waken—to a thousand things. So your mother objects.”
“Poor little mother,” returned Eloise, looking down with sudden sadness.
“My mother wants you and yours to make us a long visit at View Point this summer.”
The girl's lovely eyes raised hopefully. “The best thing that could happen,” she exclaimed.
“I think so,” responded her companion.
When Mr. Evringham returned from golf that afternoon, only his daughter-in-law was in sight. She inclined her head toward him with the air of a Lady Macbeth.