Jewel shook her head significantly. "You just wait and see," she replied with zest.
"Which one do you look like?"
"Like father. Mother's much prettier than father."
"A beauty, is she?"
"N—o, I don't believe so. She isn't so pretty as cousin Eloise, but then she's pretty."
"That's probably the reason your grandfather likes to see you around—because you look like his side of the house."
"Well," Jewel sighed, "I hope grandpa likes my nose. I don't."
Zeke laughed. "He seems able to put up with it. I expect there's going to be ructions around here the next week."
"What's ructions?"
"Well, some folks might call it error. I don't know. Mr. Evringham's going to be pretty busy with his own nose. It's going to be put out of joint to-night. The green-eyed monster's going to get on the rampage, or I miss my guess."