They had scarcely had a minute alone together since Mrs. Evringham"s arrival, and when the last wave had been sent toward the head leaning out of the brougham window, mother and child went up the broad staircase together, pausing before the tall clock whose chime had grown so familiar to Jewel since that chilling day when Mrs. Forbes warned her not to touch it.
"Everything in this house is so fine, Jewel," said the mother. "It must have seemed very strange to you at first."
"It did. Anna Belle and I felt more at home out of doors, because you see G.o.d owned the woods, and He didn"t care if we broke something, and Mrs.
Forbes used to be so afraid; but it"s all much different now," added the child.
They went on up to the room where stood the small trunk which was all Mrs.
Evringham had taken abroad for her personal belongings.
To many children the moment of their mother"s unpacking after a return from a trip is fraught with pleasant and eager antic.i.p.ation of gifts. In this case it was different; for Jewel had no previous journey of her mother"s to remember, and her gifts had always been so small, with the shining exception of Anna Belle, that she made no calculations now concerning the steamer trunk, as she watched her mother take out its contents.
Each step Mrs. Evringham took on the rich carpet, each glance she cast at the park through the clear sheets of plate gla.s.s in the windows, each smooth-running drawer, each undreamed-of convenience in the closet with its electric light for dark days, impressed her afresh with a sense of wondering pleasure. The lady of her name who had so recently dwelt among these luxuries had accepted them fretfully, as no more than her due; the long gla.s.s which now reflected Julia"s radiant dark eyes lately gave back a countenance impressed with lines of care and discontent.
"Jewel, I feel like a queen here," said the happy woman softly. "I like beautiful things very much, but I never had them before in my life. Come, darling, we must read the lesson." She closed the lid of the trunk.
"Yes, but wait till I get Anna Belle." The child ran into her own room and brought the doll. Then she jumped into her mother"s lap, for there was room for all three in the big chair by the window.
Some memory made the little girl lift her shoulders. "This was aunt Madge"s chair," she said. "She used to sit here in the prettiest lace wrapper--I was never in this room before except two or three times,"--Jewel"s awed tone changed,--"but now my own mother lives here! and cousin Eloise would love to know it and to know that I have her room. I mean to write her about it."
"You must take me upstairs pretty soon and let me see the chamber that was yours. Oh, there is so much to see, Jewel; shall we ever get to the end?"
Mrs. Evringham"s tone was joyous, as she hugged the child impulsively, and rested her cheek on the flaxen head. "Darling," she went on softly, "think what Divine Love has done for mother, to bring her here! I"ve worked very hard, my little girl, and though Love helped me all the time, and I was happy, I"ve had so much care, and almost never a day when I had leisure to stop and think about something else than my work. I expected to go right back to it now, with father, and I didn"t worry, because G.o.d was leading me--but, dearie, when I woke up this morning"--she paused, and as Jewel lifted her head, mother and child gazed into one another"s eyes--"I said--you know what I said?"
For answer the little girl smiled gladly and began to sing the familiar hymn. Her mother joined an alto to the clear voice, in the manner that had been theirs for years, and fervently, now, they sang the words:--
"Green pastures are before me, Which yet I have not seen.
Bright skies will soon be o"er me, Where darkest clouds have been.
My hope I cannot measure, My path in life is free, My Father has my treasure, And He will walk with me!"
Jewel looked joyous.
"The green pastures were in Bel-Air Park, weren"t they?" she said, "and you hadn"t seen them, had you?"
"No," returned Mrs. Evringham gently, "and just now there is not a cloud in our bright sky."
"Father"s gone away," returned Jewel doubtfully.
"Only to get ready to come back. It is very wonderful, Jewel."
"Yes, it is. I"m sure it makes G.o.d glad to see us so happy."
"I"m sure it does; and the best of it is that father knows that it is love alone that brought this happiness, just as it brings all the real happiness that ever comes in the world. He sees that it is only what knowledge we have of G.o.d that made it possible for him to come back to what ought to be his, his father"s welcome home! Father sees that it is a demonstration of love, and that is more important than all; for anything that gives us a stronger grasp on the truth, and more understanding of its working, is of the greatest value to us."
"Didn"t grandpa love father before?" asked Jewel, in surprise.
"Yes, but father disappointed him and error crept in between them, so it was only when father began to understand the truth and ask G.o.d to help him, that the discord could disappear. Isn"t it beautiful that it has, Jewel?"
"I don"t think discord is much, mother," declared the little girl.
"Of course it isn"t," returned her mother. "It isn"t anything."
"When I first came, grandpa had so many things to make him sorry, and everybody else here was sorry--and now n.o.body is. Even aunt Madge was happy over the pretty clothes she had to go away with."
"And she"ll be happy over other things, some day," returned Mrs. Evringham, who had already gathered a tolerably clear idea of her sister-in-law.
"Eloise has learned how to help her."
"Oh, ye--es! _She_ isn"t afraid of discord any more."
"Now we"ll study the lesson, darling. Think of having all the time we want for it!"
After they had finished, Mrs. Evringham leaned back in the big chair and patted Jewel"s knee. Opening the bag at her side she took out a small box and gave it to the child, who opened it eagerly. A bright little garnet ring reposed on the white velvet.
"Oh, oh, _oh_!" cried Jewel, delighted. She put on the ring, which just fitted, and then hugged her mother before she looked at it again.
"Dear little Anna Belle, when you"re a big girl"--she began, turning to the doll, but Mrs. Evringham interrupted.
"Wait a minute, Jewel, here is Anna Belle"s."
She took out another box and, ah, what a charming necklace appeared, brilliant with gems which outshone completely the three little garnets.
Jewel jumped for joy when she had clasped it about the round neck.
"Oh, mother, mother!" she exclaimed, patting her mother"s cheek, "you kept thinking about us every day, didn"t you! Kiss your grandma, dearie," which the proud and happy Anna Belle did with a fervor that threatened to damage Mrs. Evringham"s front teeth.
"I brought you something else, Jewel," said the mother, with her arms around the child. "I did think of you every day, and on the ship going over, it was pretty hard, because I had never been away from my little girl and I didn"t know just what she was doing, and I didn"t even know the people she was with; so, partly to keep my thoughts from error, I began to--to make something for you."
"Oh, what was it?" asked Jewel eagerly.
"I didn"t finish it going over, and I had no time to do so until we were on the steamer coming home again. Then I was lighter hearted and happier, because I knew my little darling had found green pastures, but--I finished it. I don"t know how much you will care for it."
Jewel questioned the dark eyes and smiling lips eagerly.
"What is it, mother; a bag for my skates?"
"No."
"A--a handkerchief?"
"No."
"Oh, tell me, mother, I can"t wait."
Mrs. Evringham put the little girl down from her lap and going to the trunk took from it the only article it still contained. It was a long, flat book with pasteboard covers tied at the back with little ribbons. As she again took her seat in the big chair, Jewel leaned against its arm.
"It"s a sc.r.a.p-book full of pictures," she said, with interest.
For answer her mother turned the cover toward her so she could read the words lettered distinctly upon it.
JEWEL"S STORY BOOK