Her father's hearty laugh rang out. "Lunch, do you mean?"
"We're through breakfast long ago, dearie," said her mother. "No wonder you slept late. We wanted you to."
"Breakfast's all through!" exclaimed the child, and they were surprised at her dismay.
"Yes, but Mrs. Forbes will get you something," said her father.
"But has grandpa gone?" asked the child. Before they could reply the housekeeper passed the door and Jewel ran to her. "Has grandpa gone, Mrs. Forbes?" she repeated anxiously.
"Yes, indeed, it's after ten. Come into the dining-room, Jewel; Sarah will give you your breakfast."
"I'm not a bit hungry—yes, I am, a little—but what is grandpa's telephone number, Mrs. Forbes."
"Oh, now, you won't call him up, dear," said the housekeeper coaxingly. "Come and eat your breakfast like a good girl."
"Yes, in just one minute I will. What is the number, please, Mrs. Forbes?"
The housekeeper gave the number, and Harry and Julia drew nearer.