"He and his wife,poor as church mice,are getting their expenses paid to Europe on business,and they have the nerve--yes,the cheek--to ask Mr.Evringham to let them leave their young one,a girl eight years old,with him while they're gone.""I hope it's a real courageous youngster,"remarked Zeke.
"A child!A wild Western dressmaker's young one in Mr.Evringham's elegant house!""Is the old Harry a dressmaker?"asked Zeke mildly.
"No,his wife is.His Julia!They've named this girl for her,and Isuppose they called her Jule,and then twisted it around to Jewel.
Jewel!"
"When is she coming?"asked Zeke,seeing that he was expected to say something.
"Coming?She isn't coming,"cried his mother irefully."Not while Mr.
Evringham has his wits.They haven't a particle of right to ask him.
Harry has worried him to distraction already.The child would be sure to torment him.""He'd devour her the second day,then,"returned Zeke calmly."It would be soon over."