“Yes; but whom shall I have?”
The question came curtly, and Jewel looked into the deep-set eyes in surprise. “Shall you miss me, grandpa?” she asked wonderingly.
“Whom shall I have, I say?” he repeated.
The child thought a minute. “Just who you had before,” she answered, slipping her arm around his neck. “There's Essex Maid, you know.”
The broker gave a short laugh. “Yes. It's lucky, isn't it?” he returned, rather bitterly.
“Do you like to have me with you, grandpa?” pursued the child, pleased.
“Yes; confound it, Jewel, yes.”
“Then Divine Love will fix it somehow, for I love to be with you, too.”
“You do, eh? Then I'll tell you that I received a letter from your father yesterday. It was a very pleasant letter, but it said they felt obliged, if they could, to stay over a little longer—two or three weeks longer.”
The child's face grew thoughtful.