"Perhaps father would like to drive mother in the phaeton," said the child, again on her feet.
Harry smiled. "Your last plan, I thought, was that I should ride the mare."
"Yes," returned Jewel, with some embarrassment. "You won't look so nice as grandpa does on Essex Maid," she added, very gently, "but if it would be a pleasure to you, father"—
Her companions laughed so heartily that the child bored the toe of one shoe into the piazza, and well they knew the sign.
"Here," said her father hastily, "which of these delicious candies do you want, Jewel? Oh, how good they look! I tell you you'll have to be quick if you want any. I have only till to-morrow to eat them."
"Really to-morrow, father!" returned the child, pausing aghast. "To-morrow!"
"Yes, indeed."
"To Chicago, do you mean?"
"To Chicago." He nodded emphatically.
Jewel turned appealing eyes on her mother. "Can't we help it?" she asked in a voice that broke.