Their trip was proving a success from the standpoints of both business and pleasure,but their chief longing was to get back to their little girl.
It was very like visiting with them to read it over,and Jewel did so more than once."I'll show it to cousin Eloise as soon as she comes home,"she reflected.Then she dressed Anna Belle to go out.
Running downstairs the child sought and found Mrs.Forbes in the kitchen.The housekeeper no longer questioned her going and coming,although she still considered herself in the light of the child's only disciplinarian,and was vigilant to watch for errors of omission and commission,and quick to correct them.
"Mrs.Forbes,may I have an old kitchen knife?""Certainly not.You'll cut yourself."
"I want it to dig up plants."
Mrs.Forbes stared down at her."Why,you mustn't do any such thing.""I mean wild flowers for a garden that Anna Belle and I are going to make.""Oh.I'll see if I can't find you a trowel."
There was one at hand,and as the housekeeper passed it to the child she warned her:--"Be careful you don't make a mistake,now,and get hold of anybody's plants.What did your cousin Eloise go to New York for?""I don't know."
"Well I hope it's for her trousseau."
Jewel smiled."My mother makes those."
"I don't believe she'll ever make one for you,then,"returned Mrs.
Forbes,but not ill-naturedly.She laughed,glancing at Sarah,who stood by.
"But I think she will for Anna Belle,"returned Jewel brightly,"when she gets older."The housekeeper and maid both laughed."Run along,"said Mrs.Forbes,"and don't you be late for lunch.""She's an awful sweet child,"said Sarah half reproachfully."Just the spirit of sunshine.""Oh well,they'd turn her head here if it wasn't for me,"answered the other complacently.