"Then you've never tried summer in New Jersey," he responded. "I hear you are a great story-teller, Julia. If I should wear some large bows behind my ears, couldn't I come to some of these readings?"
As no laugh from Jewel greeted this sally, he looked down at her. She was gazing off wistfully.
"What is it, Jewel?" he asked.
"I was wondering if it wouldn't seem a long time to Essex Maid and Star without us!"
"Dear me, dear me, how little you do know those horses!" and the broker shook his head.
"Why, grandpa? Will they like it?"
"Do you suppose for one minute that you could make them stay at home?"
"Are they going with us, grandpa?" Jewel began to hop joyfully, but her habit interfered.
"Certainly. They naturally want to see what sort of bits and bridles are being worn at the seashore this year."