Evringham.
"Well,you'll know,Guy,you'll know,my boy.Mrs.Forbes saw you coming,and she has gone upstairs to prepare the little girl.She'll be glad to see you this time,I'll wager."The broker,roses in hand,ascended the staircase after the physician.
Mrs.Forbes was standing at the foot of the bed,and the room was pleasantly light as they entered.Jewel,the flush of sleep on her cheeks,was looking expectantly toward the door.Dr.Ballard came in first and she smiled in welcome,then Mr.Evringham appeared,heavy roses nodding in all directions before him.
"Grandpa!"exclaimed the child."Why,grandpa,did youcome?"There was no mistaking the joy in her tone.Dr.Ballard paused in surprise,while the stockbroker approached the bed.
"I brought you a few flowers,Jewel,"he said,while she pressed his disengaged hand against her cheek.
"They're the most lovely ones I ever saw,"she returned with conviction."They make me happy just to look at them.""Well,Jewel,"said the doctor,"I hear you've been making up for lost sleep in great shape."His eyes,as he spoke,were taking in with concentrated interest the signs in her face.He came and sat beside the bed,while Mr.Evringham fell back and Mrs.Forbes regarded the child critically.
"Well,now,you're a good little patient,"went on the doctor,as he noted the clear eyes.
"Yes,Dr.Ballard,I feel just as nice as can be,"she answered.
"No thickness in the voice.I fancy that sore throat is better."The young doctor could not repress his smile of satisfaction."I was certain that was the right attenuation,"he thought."Now let us see."He took out the little thermometer,and Jewel submitted to having it slipped beneath her tongue.