Jewel wondered how this person, who had the privilege of being near her grandfather all day, could look so forbidding; but in her happy excitement she could not refrain from smiling at him under the nodding hat brim.
"I'm going to dinner with him," she said softly, "and I think we're going to have Nesselrode pudding."
The young man's eyes stared and then began to twinkle. "Oh," he returned, "in that case"—then he turned and left the visitors.
When he entered the sanctum of his employer he was smiling. Mr. Evringham did not look up at once. When he did, it was with a brief, "Well?"
"A young lady insists upon seeing you, sir."
"Kindly stop grinning, Masterson, and tell her she must state her business."
"She has done so, sir," but Masterson did not stop grinning. "She looks like a summer girl, and I guess she is one."
Mr. Evringham frowned at this unprecedented levity. "What is her business, briefly?" he asked curtly.
"To eat Nesselrode pudding, sir."
The broker started. "Ah!" he exclaimed, and though he still frowned, he reflected his junior's smile. "Is there some one with her?"