Jewel had a subject on her mind which pressed heavily,and before her companion had had time to do more than wink once or twice in his surprise,she proceeded to it.
"Do you know,grandpa,I think it's hard for Mrs.Forbes to love people very much,"she said in a lowered voice,as if perhaps the walls might have ears."I wanted to ask her yesterday morning if she didn't love me whom she had seen,how could she love God whom she hadn't seen.Grandpa,would you be willing to tie my bows?""To tie"--repeated Mr.Evringham,and paused.
The child was gazing into his eyes earnestly.She put her hand into her pocket and took out two long pieces of blue ribbon.
"You see,you're my only real relation,"she explained,"and so Idon't like to ask anybody else."
The startled look in her grandfather's face moved her to proceed encouragingly.
"You tie your neckties just beautifully,grandpa;and Mrs.Forbes does her duty so hard,and she wants to have my hair cut off,to save trouble."Jewel put her hand up to one short pigtail protectingly.
"And you don't want it cut off,eh?"
"No;and mother wouldn't either.So it would be error,and I'm sure Icould learn to fix it better than I did to-night,if you would tie the bows.Just try one right now,grandpa.""With the house full of women!"gasped Mr.Evringham.
"But none of them my real relatives,"replied Jewel,and she turned the back of her head to him,putting the ribbons in his hands.
His fingers fumbled at the task for a minute,and his breathing began to be heavy.
"Is it hard,grandpa?"she asked sympathetically."You can do it.You reflect intelligence."Then in an instant,"Oh,I've thought of something."She whisked about,took the ribbons and tied one tightly around the end of each braid,then ducking her forehead into his shirt front,"Now put your arms around my neck and tie the bow just as if it was on yourself."Eureka!The thing was accomplished and Mrs.Forbes outwitted.The broker was rather pleased with himself,at the billowy appearance of the ribbon which covered such a multitude of sins in the way of bad parting and braiding.He took his handkerchief and wiped the beads of perspiration from his brow,while Jewel regarded him with admiring affection.
"I knew you could do just anything,grandpa!"she said."You see,"looking off at a mental vision of the housekeeper,"we could come in here every morning for a minute before breakfast,and she'd never know,would she?"The child lifted her shoulders and laughed softly with pleasure at the plot.
Mr.Evringham saw his opportunity to take the floor.
"Now Jewel,I would like to have you explain what you meant by saying that you telegraphed to Chicago to-day,when you didn't leave your bed."She looked up at him attentively."Ezekiel took it for me,"she replied.
Mr.Evringham unconsciously heaved a sigh of relief at this commonplace information.His knowledge of the claims of Christian Science was extremely vague,and he had feared being obliged to listen to a declaration of the use of some means of communication which would make Marconi's discoveries appear like clumsy makeshifts.
"But I think,grandpa,perhaps you'd better not tell Mrs.Forbes.""How did you manage to see Zeke?"
"I asked his mother if he might come to see me before he took you to the train."Mr.Evringham pulled his mustache in amusement."Did he pay for the telegram?""Why no,grandpa.I told you I had plenty of money.""And you think that Mrs.Somebody in Chicago cured you?""Of course not.God did."
"But she asked Him,eh?"
Jewel's innocent eyes looked directly into the quizzical ones."It's pretty hard for a little girl to teach you about it if you don't know,"she said doubtfully.
"I don'tknow,"he replied,his mood altered by her tone,"but Ishould like to know what you think about it.Your cure was a rather surprising one to us all.""I can tell you some of the things I know."
"Do so then."
"Well"--a pause--"there wasn't anything to cure,you see.""Ah!You weren't ill then!"
"No--o,"scornfully,"of course not.I knew it all the time,but it seemed so real to me,and so hot,I knew I'd have to have some one else handle the claim for me.""It certainly did seem rather real."Mr.Evringham smiled.
Jewel saw that he did not in the least comprehend.
"You know there isn't any devil,don't you,grandpa?"she asked patiently.
"Well,sometimes I have my doubts."
The little girl tried to discover by his eyes if he were in earnest.
"If you believe there is,then you could believe that I was really sick;but if you believe there isn't,and that God created everybody and everything,then it is so easy to understand that I wasn't.Think of God creating anything bad!"Mr.Evringham nodded vaguely."When mother comes home she'll tell you about it,if you want her to."She sighed a little and abruptly changed the subject."Grandpa,are you going to be working at your desk?""Yes,for a while."
"Could I sit over at that table and write a letter while you're busy?
I wouldn't speak."She slipped down from his knee.
"I don't know about your having ink.You're a rather small girl to be writing letters.""Oh no,I'll take a pencil--because sometimes I move quickly and ink tips over.""Quite so.I'm glad you realize that,else I should be afraid to have you come to my study.""You'd better not be afraid,"the child shook her head sagely,"because that makes things happen."Her grandfather regarded her curiously.This small Bible student,who couldn't tie her own hair ribbons,was an increasing problem to him.
