"Up, up, soared the great birds, over the sullen pool, up the sheer rock. Up, and still up, with sure and steady flight, until, circling once again, the eagles alighted gently upon a land strewn with flowers.
"The man and his guide stood upon the green earth, and Purity kissed her hands gratefully to the eagles as they circled away and out of sight.
"'This is a beautiful country,' said the man, and he gathered a white flower.
"'Yes,' returned Purity, smiling on him, 'you begin to see it now.'"
Mrs. Evringham paused. Jewel's eyes were fixed on her unwinkingly. "Go on, please, mother," she said.
"I think I've told enough," replied Mrs. Evringham.
"Oh, but you finish it, mother. You can tell it just beautifully."
"Thank you, dear, but I think it is your turn."
"Yes, Jewel," said her father, "it's up to you now."