Mr. Evringham led the way to a carriage that was standing there. "This is ours," he said, opening the door.
Harry put the bags up beside the driver while his wife entered the vehicle, still in doubt as to their destination. Jewel jumped in beside her.
"You'd better move over, dear," said her mother quietly. "Let Mr. Evringham ride forward."
She was not surprised that Jewel was ignorant of carriage etiquette. It was seldom that either of them had seen the inside of one.
The broker heard the suggestion. "Place aux dames," he said, briefly, and moved the child back with one hand. Then he entered, Harry jumped in beside him, slammed the door, and they rolled away.
"If Anna Belle was here the whole family would be together," said Jewel joyously. "I don't care which one I sit by. I love everybody in this carriage!"
"You do, eh, rascal?" returned her father, putting his hand over in her silken lap and giving her a little shake. "Where is the great and good Anna Belle?"
"Waiting for us. Just think of it, all this time! Grandpa, are we going home with you?"
"What do you mean?" inquired the broker, and the tone of the curt question chilled the spine of his daughter-in-law. "Were you thinking of spending the night in the ferry-house, perhaps?"
"Why, no, only mother said"—