Mr. Evringham regarded her quizzically. "I see what you want me to do," he replied. "You want me to give up Wall Street and become the owner of a menagerie, so you can have every animal that was ever heard of."
Jewel smiled and shook her head. "I don't believe I do yet. We'll have to wait till everybody loves to be good."
"What has that to do with it?"
"Then the lions and tigers will be pleasant."
"Will they, indeed?" Mr. Evringham laughed. "All those good people won't shut them up in cages then, I fancy."
"No, I don't believe they will," replied Jewel.
"But about those turtles," continued her grandfather. "How would you like it next spring for me to get some for you for the brook?"
Jewel's eyes sparkled. "Wouldn't that be the most fun?" she returned,—"but then there's summer again," she added, sobering.
"What's the reason that we couldn't drive with them to the nearest river before the brook ran dry?"