Harry laughed.
"Two blue ribbons, she's won, sir. She'll get another this autumn if he shows her."
"I should think so. She's a raving beauty." As he spoke, Harry smoothed the bright coat. "When are we going out, Jewel?"
"But we couldn't leave mother," returned the child, from her slippery perch on the pony's back. She had been thinking about it. "Are you sure, Zeke, that grandpa said father might ride Essex Maid?"
"He told me so, himself," said Harry, amused.
Jewel shook her head, much impressed. "Then he loves you about the most of anybody," she remarked, with conviction.
"Don't think of me," said her mother. "You and father do just what you like. I can be happy just looking about this beautiful place."
"Oh, I know what," exclaimed Jewel, with sudden brightness. "Let's all go to the Ravine of Happiness before lunch time, and then wait for grandpa, and he can take mother in the phaeton, and father and I can ride horseback."
"Oh, I'm afraid your grandpa wouldn't like that," returned Mrs. Evringham quickly.
Zeke was standing near her. "He would if she said so, ma'am," he put in, in a low tone.