“Glad to see a Bible,” thought Mrs. Forbes. “Shows Mrs. Harry is respectable.” She glanced at the three other books. One was a copy of “Heidi,” one was “Alice in Wonderland,” and the third a small black book with the design of a cross and crown in gilt on the cover. Mrs. Forbes looked from this up at the child.
“What's this? Some kind of a daily book, Julia?”
“I—yes, I read it every day.”
“Well, I hope you'll be faithful now your mother's gone. She's taken the trouble to put it in.”
Jewel's eyes had caught a glimpse of green color. Eagerly she reached down into the trunk and drew out carefully a dress in tiny checks of green and white.
“That's my silk dress,” she said, regarding it fondly.
“It is very neatly made,” returned Mrs. Forbes repressively. “It doesn't matter at all what little girls have on if they are clean and neat. It only matters that they shall be obedient and good.”
Jewel regarded her with the patience which children exercise toward the inevitable. “I'd like to fix Anna Belle's drawer myself,” she said modestly.
“Very well, you may. Now here are your shoes and slippers, but I don't find any rubbers.”
“No, I never wear rubbers.”