CHAPTER IX
THE QUEST FLOWER (Continued)
The next morning was rainy, and Jewel and her grandfather visited the stable instead of taking their canter.
"And what will you do this dismal day?" asked the broker of his daughter-in-law as they stood alone for a minute after breakfast, Jewel having run upstairs to get Anna Belle for the drive to the station.
"This happy day," she answered, lifting to him the radiant face that he was always mentally contrasting with Madge. "The rain will give me a chance to look at the many treasures you have here, books and pictures."
"H'm. You are musical, I know, for Jewel has the voice of a lark. Do you play the piano?"
Julia looked wistfully at the Steinway grand. "Ah, if I only could!" she returned.
Mr. Evringham cleared his throat. "Madam," he said, lowering his voice, "that child has a most amazing talent."
"Jewel's voice, do you mean?"