Mrs.Forbes was right.After a while he glanced across at the child.
She looked very small and clean，and she was ready with a quick smile for him；but she put a little forefinger against her lips jocosely.He cleared his throat again and averted his eyes，rumpling the paper as he turned a leaf.
Mrs.Forbes left the room with the oatmeal dishes.
Jewel leaned forward quickly."Grandpa，"she said earnestly，"if you would declare every day，over and over，that no error could come near your house，I think she would go away of her own accord."Mr.Evringham stared，open paper in hand."What？Who？""Mrs.Forbes."
"Go away？Mrs.Forbes？What are you thinking of！I couldn't get on without Mrs.Forbes.""Oh！"Jewel leaned back with the long-drawn exclamation."I thought she was what made you look sorry.""No indeed.I have enough things to make me sorry，but she isn't one of them.""Do you like her？"wonderingly.
"I--why--I respect her profoundly."
"Oh！It must be lots easier to respect her pro--the way you do，than to like her；but，"with firm lips，"I've got to love her.I told Anna Belle so this morning，and especially if you want her to stay.""Bless my soul！"Mr.Evringham looked in dismay as his vis-à-vis.
"You must be very careful，Julia，not to offend or trouble her in any way，"he said.
"All right，grandpa，I will，and then will you do me a favor too？""I must hear it first."