"Wait, Jewel. Don't be excited. Listen. Tell Zeke to bring you in to my office on the three o'clock train."
"Yes, grandpa. Oh, please wait a minute. Do you think it would be too extravagant for me to wear my silk dress?"
"No, let's be reckless and go the whole figure."
"All right," tremulously.
"Good-by."
"Oh, grandpa, wait. Can I bring Anna Belle?" but only silence remained.
Jewel hung up the receiver with a hand that was unsteady, and then ran through the house and out of doors, leaving every door open behind her in a manner which would have brought reproof from Mrs. Forbes, who had begun to be Argus-eyed for flies.
Racing out to the barn, she appeared to 'Zekiel in the harness room like a small whirlwind.
"Get on your best things, Zeke," she cried, hopping up and down; "my father and mother are coming."
"Is this an india rubber girl?" inquired the coachman, pausing to look at her with a smile. "What train?"