In a few minutes Jewel, sitting by her window, Anna Belle in her lap, heard the _frou-frou_ of skirts in the hall, and with a knock at the door, a lady entered. She was arrayed in a thin black gown and wore a large black hat, that was very becoming.
Jewel"s admiration went out to her on the instant and she started up.
The lady swept toward her, and bending, a delicate perfume wafted about Jewel as she felt a light touch of lips on her cheek.
"So this is Julia Evringham," said the newcomer.
"And you are aunt Madge," returned the child gladly, clinging to the gloved hand, which endured for a moment, and then firmly disengaged itself.
"Your father and mother got off all right I hope?" went on the airy voice. "I"m always afraid of winds at this season myself, but they may not have them. Your cousin Eloise and I are hurrying away to a luncheon, but we shall see you at dinner. You"re very comfortable here? That"s right. Good-bye."
She swept away, and the light again faded from Jewel"s face as she went slowly back to her seat.
"Aunt Madge is afraid, too," she said to the doll. "We know there won"t be winds, don"t we, dearie? G.o.d will take care of father and mother."
An uncomfortable lump rose towards the child"s throat.
Mrs. Evringham followed Eloise into the brougham, smiling.
"It couldn"t be better," she announced with much satisfaction as they drove away.
"What?"
"She is plain--oh, plain as possible. Small eyes, large mouth, insignificant nose. She will never get on with father. He never could endure ugliness in a girl or woman. I have heard him say it was unpardonable. If it hadn"t been that we were what we are, Eloise, I should never have dreamed of doing as I have done. Now if only some good fairy would open your eyes to see which side your bread is b.u.t.tered on!
You could do marvels with such a foil for contrast."
CHAPTER VII
THE FIRST EVENING
In the excitement of the early morning start, Jewel had eaten little breakfast, but the soft resonance of the j.a.panese gong, when it sounded in the hall below, found her unready for food.
However, she judged the mellow sound to be her summons and obediently left her seat by the window. As she went down she looked askance at the tall dark clock which, even as she pa.s.sed, chimed the half hour melodiously. Certainly her important grandfather lived in a wonderful house. She paused to hear the last notes of the bells, but catching sight of the figure of Mrs. Forbes waiting below, she started and moved on.
"That"s right. Come along," said the housekeeper. "Mr. Evringham likes everybody to be punctual in his house."
"Oh, has grandpa come home?" inquired Jewel eagerly.
"No, he won"t be home for hours yet. Come this way."
The little girl followed to the dining-room, which she thought quite as wonderful as the clock; but her admiration of all she saw was no longer unmixed. Mrs. Forbes seemed to cast a shadow.
One place was laid at the table, one handsome chair was drawn up to it.
Jewel longed to call Anna Belle"s attention to the glittering array on the sideboard and behind the crystal doors of cabinets, but something withheld her.
She looked questioningly at the housekeeper. "I think I"ll draw up another chair for Anna Belle," she said.
Mrs. Forbes had already decided, from small signs of a.s.surance, that this Western child was bold. "Give her an inch, and she"ll take an ell,"
she had said to herself. "I know her sort."
"Do you mean the doll?" she returned. "Put it down anywhere. You must never bring it to the table. Mr. Evringham wouldn"t like it."
In silence Jewel seated the doll in the nearest chair against the wall, and as she slid up into her own, a neat maid appeared with a puffy and appetizing omelet.
Mrs. Forbes filled the child"s gla.s.s with water, and the maid set down the omelet and departed.
Jewel"s heart sank while Mrs. Forbes presented the souffle.
"I"m sorry," she began hesitatingly, "I never--I can"t"--then she swallowed hard in her desperate plight. "Isn"t it pretty?" she said rather breathlessly.
"It"s very good," returned the housekeeper briefly, misconstruing the child"s hesitation. "Shall I help you?"
"I--could I have a drink of milk? I don"t--I don"t eat eggs."
"Don"t eat eggs?" repeated the housekeeper severely. "I"m sorry you have been allowed to be notional. Children should eat what is set before them. Taste of it."
"I--I couldn"t, please." Jewel"s face was averted.
Mrs. Forbes touched an electric bell. The maid reappeared. "Remove the omelet, Sarah, and bring Miss Julia a gla.s.s of milk."
That was the order, but oh, the tone of it! Jewel"s heart beat a little faster as she took some bread and b.u.t.ter and drank the milk, Mrs. Forbes standing by, a portentous, solemn, black-robed figure, awful in its silence.
When the child set down the gla.s.s empty, she started to push back her chair.
"Wait," said Mrs. Forbes laconically. She again touched an electric bell. The maid reappeared, removed the bread and milk and served a dainty dessert of preserved peaches, cream, and cake.
"I"ve really had enough," said Jewel politely.
"Don"t you eat peaches and cream, or cake either?" asked Mrs. Forbes accusingly.
"Yes"m," returned the child, and ate them without further ado.
"Your trunk has come," said Mrs. Forbes when at last Jewel slipped down from the table. "I will come up and help you unpack it."
"If only she wouldn"t!" thought the child as she lifted Anna Belle, but the housekeeper preceded her up the stairs, breathing rather heavily.
Sure enough, when they reached the white room, there stood the new trunk that had been packed with so much antic.i.p.ation. The bright black letters on the side, J. E., had power even now to send a little glow of pride through its possessor. She stole a glance at Mrs. Forbes, but, strange as it may appear, the housekeeper gave no evidence of admiration.
"I don"t need to trouble you, Mrs. Forbes. I can unpack it," said the child.
"I"m up here now, and anyway, I"d better show you where to keep your things. Where"s your key?"
Jewel laid down the doll and opened her leather side-bag, producing the key tied with a little ribbon.
Mrs. Forbes unlocked the trunk, lifted out the tray, and began in a business-like manner to dispose of the small belongings that had last been handled so tenderly.