“Oh yes, of course I know about Mrs. Forbes,” returned Jewel hastily and politely. “He told me your name too,” she added suggestively.
“Yes, I'm Zeke. And you just remember,” emphatically, “that I come when I'm called. Will you?”
“Yes,” replied the child, laughing a little. “Do you know my name?”
“It's Julia, isn't it?”
“Yes, but if you called me by it perhaps I shouldn't come, for I'm used to the name of Jewel.”
“Pretty name, all right,” returned Zeke sententiously. “Now you can see your grandpa's house. The one with the long porch.”
Jewel jumped up and down a little in the seat and held Anna Belle to get a good view. The brown horse trotted with a will, and in a minute more they had passed up the driveway and paused beneath the porte-cochere.
Mrs. Forbes threw open the door and stood unsmiling.
“Where is Mr. Evringham?” she asked, addressing her son.
“Stayed in town.”