"Oh, grandpa, you"ll have to be the admiral," said Jewel excitedly. "I"ll be the crew and"--
"And the owner," suggested Mr. Evringham.
"Yes! Oh, mother, what _will_ father say!"
"He"ll say that you are a very happy, fortunate little girl, and that Divine Love is always showing your grandpa how to do kind things for you."
The child"s expression as she looked up at the admiral made him apprehend another rush.
"Steady, Jewel, steady. Remember we aren"t wearing our bathing-suits. Which are we going to do, row or sail?"
"Oh, _sail_," cried the child, "and it"ll never be the first time again!
_Could_ you wait while I get Anna Belle?"
"Certainly."
Like a flash Jewel sprang from the boat and fled up the wharf and lawn.
Mr. Evringham smiled and shook his head at his daughter. "A creature of fire and dew," he said.
"I don"t know how to thank you for all your goodness to her," said Julia simply.
"It would offend me to be thanked for anything I did for Jewel," he returned.
"I understand. She is your own flesh and blood. But what I feel chiefly grateful for is the wisdom of your kindness. I believe you will never spoil her. I should rather we had remained poor and struggling than to have that."
Mr. Evringham gave the speaker a direct look in which appeared a trace of humor.
"I think I am slightly inclined," he returned, "to overlook the fact that you and Harry have any rights in Jewel which should be respected; but theoretically I do acknowledge them, and it is going to be my study not to spoil her. I have an idea that we couldn"t," he added.
"Oh, yes, we could," returned Julia, "very easily."
"Well, there aren"t quite enough of us to try," said the broker. "I believe while we"re waiting for Jewel, I"ll just step up to the house and get some one to send that telegram to Harry."
"Oh, yes!" exclaimed Julia eagerly; and in a minute she was left alone, swaying up and down on the lapping water, in the salt, sunny breeze, while the JEWEL pulled at the mooring as if eager to try its snowy wings; and happy were the grateful, prayerful thoughts that swelled her heart.
CHAPTER XVII
THE BIRTHDAY
One stormy evening Harry Evringham blew into the farmhouse, wet from his drive from the station, and was severally hugged, kissed, and shaken by the three who waited eagerly to receive him. The month that ensued was perhaps the happiest that had ever come into the lives of either of the quartette; certainly it was the happiest period to the married pair who had waited ten years for their wedding trip.
The days were filled with rowing, sailing, swimming, riding, driving, picnics, walks, talks, and _dolce far niente_ evenings, when the wind was still and the moon silvered field and sea.
The happy hours were winged, the goldenrod strewed the land with sunshine, and August slipped away.
One morning when Jewel awoke it was with a sensation that the day was important. She looked over at Anna Belle and shook her gently. "Wake up, dearie," she said. ""Green pastures are before me," it"s my birthday."
But Anna Belle, who certainly looked very pretty in her sleep, and perhaps suspected it, seemed unable to overcome her drowsiness until Jewel set her up against the pillow, when her eyes at once flew open and she appeared ready for sociability.
"Do you remember Gladys on her birthday morning, dearie? She couldn"t think of anything she wanted, and I"m almost like her. Grandpa"s given me my boat, that"s his birthday present; and mother says she should think it was enough for ten birthdays, and so should I. Poor grandpa! In ten birthdays I"ll be nineteen, and then he says I"ll have to cry on his shoulder instead of into his vest. But grandpa"s such a joker! Of course grown-up ladies hardly ever cry. If father and mother have anything for me, I"ll be just delighted; but I can"t think what I want. I have the darlingest pony in the world, and the dearest Little Faithful watch, and the best boat that was ever built, and I rowed father quite a long way yesterday all alone, and I didn"t splash much, but he caught hold of the side of the boat and pretended he was afraid"--Jewel"s laughter gurgled forth at the remembrance--"he"s such a joker; and I do understand the sail, too, but they won"t let me do it alone yet. Father says he can see in my eye that I should love to jibe. I don"t even know what jibe is, so how could I do it?"
Jewel had proceeded so far in her confidences when the door of her room opened, and her father and mother came in in their bath-wrappers.
"We thought we heard you improving Anna Belle"s mind," said her father, taking her in his arms and kissing both her cheeks and chin, the tip of her nose and her forehead, and then carefully repeating the programme.
"But that was ten!" cried Jewel.
"Certainly. If you didn"t have one to grow on, how would you get along?"
Then her pretty mother, her brown hair hanging in long braids, took her turn and kissed Jewel"s cheeks till they were pinker than ever. "Many, many happy returns, my little darling," she said. "I didn"t know you weren"t going riding this morning."
"Yes, grandpa said he expected a man early on business, and he had to be here to see him. Father could have gone with me," said Jewel, looking at him reproachfully, where he sat on the side of the bed, "but when I asked him last night he said--I forget what he said."
"Merely that I didn"t believe that horses liked such early dew."
"Oh, Jewel!" laughed Mrs. Evringham, "your father is a lazy, sleepy boy.
It"s later than you think, dearie. Hop up now and get ready for breakfast."
They left her, and the little girl arose with great alacrity, for ever since she was a baby her birthday present had always been on the breakfast table.
As soon as she was dressed, she put a blue cashmere wrapper on Anna Belle and carried her downstairs to the room where the Evringham family had their meals, separate from the other inmates of the farmhouse.
Mr. Evringham was standing by the window, reading the newspaper as he waited, and Jewel ran to him and looked up with bright expectation.
"H"m!" he said, not lifting his eyes from the print, "good-morning, Jewel.
Ess.e.x Maid and Star would hardly speak to me when I was out there just now, they"re so vexed at having to stay indoors this morning."
The child did not reply, but continued to look up, smiling.
"Well," said the broker at last, dropping the paper. "Well? What is it? I don"t see anything very exciting. You haven"t on your silk dress."
"Grandpa! It"s my _birthday_."
The broker slapped his leg with very apparent annoyance. "Well, now, to think I should have to be told that!"
Jewel laughed and hopped a little as she looked toward the table. "Do you see that bunch under the cloth at my place? That"s my present. Isn"t it the most _fun_ not to know what it is?"
Mr. Evringham took her up in his arms and weighed her up and down thoughtfully. "Yes," he said, "I believe you are a little heavier than you were yesterday."
The child laughed again.
"Now remember, Jewel, you"re to go slow on this birthday business. Once in two or three years is all very well."
"Grandpa! people _have_ to have birthdays every year," she replied as he set her down, "but after they"re about twenty or something like that, it"s wrong to remember how old they are."