CHAPTER V
THE LIFTED VEIL
At last their plans were reduced to order and Harry placed the papers carefully in his pocket.
"Come in and let's have a look at the house, Julia," he suggested. "It won't do to go to the stables without Jewel."
They entered the drawing-room and Julia moved about admiring the pictures and carvings, and paused long before the oil portrait of a beautiful woman, conspicuously placed.
"That's my grandmother," remarked Harry. "Isn't she stunning? That's the side of the family I didn't take after."
While they still examined the portrait and the exquisite painting of its laces, Jewel ran into the room and seized them from behind.
"Well, well, all dressed!" exclaimed her father as the two stooped to kiss her.
"Yes, but my hair isn't very nice," said the child, putting up her hand to her braids, "because I didn't want to be late to breakfast."