He disappeared for a moment into the house and came back with a flat package which Jewel watched with curious eyes while he untied the string.
Silently he placed a photograph in his daughter's lap while the child leaned eagerly beside her.
"Why, why, how good!" exclaimed Mrs. Evringham, and Jewel's eyes glistened.
"Isn't grandpa's nose just splendid!" she said fervently.
"Why, father, this picture will be a treasure," went on Julia. Color had risen in her face.
The photograph showed Jewel standing beside her grandfather seated, and her arm was about his neck. It was such a natural attitude that she had taken it while waiting for the photographer to be ready. The daisy-wreathed hat hung from her hand, and she had not known when the picture was taken. It was remarkably lifelike, and the broker regarded it with a satisfaction none the less keen because he let the others do all the talking.
"And now we don't need it, grandpa," said the child.
"Oh, indeed we do!" exclaimed the mother; and Jewel, catching her grandfather's eyes, lifted her shoulders. What did her mother know of their secret!
Mr. Evringham smoothed his mustache. "No harm to have it, Jewel," he replied, nodding at her. "No harm; a very good plan, in fact; for I suppose, even to oblige me, you can't refrain from growing up. And next we must get Star's picture, with you on his back."
"But you weren't on Essex Maid's," objected Jewel.