“Didn’t grandpa love father before?” asked Jewel, in surprise.

“Yes, but father disappointed him and error crept in between them, so it was only when father began to understand the truth and ask God to help him, that the discord could disappear.  Isn’t it beautiful that it has, Jewel?”

“I don’t think discord is much, mother,” declared the little girl.

“Of course it isn’t,” returned her mother.  “It isn’t anything.”

“When I first came, grandpa had so many things to make him sorry, and everybody else here was sorry—­and now nobody is.  Even aunt Madge was happy over the pretty clothes she had to go away with.”

“And she’ll be happy over other things, some day,” returned Mrs. Evringham, who had already gathered a tolerably clear idea of her sister-in-law.  “Eloise has learned how to help her.”

“Oh, ye—­es! She isn’t afraid of discord any more.”

“Now we’ll study the lesson, darling.  Think of having all the time we want for it!”

After they had finished, Mrs. Evringham leaned back in the big chair and patted Jewel’s knee.  Opening the bag at her side she took out a small box and gave it to the child, who opened it eagerly.  A bright little garnet ring reposed on the white velvet.

“Oh, oh, oh!” cried Jewel, delighted.  She put on the ring, which just fitted, and then hugged her mother before she looked at it again.

“Dear little Anna Belle, when you’re a big girl”—­she began, turning to the doll, but Mrs. Evringham interrupted.

“Wait a minute, Jewel, here is Anna Belle’s.”

She took out another box and, ah, what a charming necklace appeared, brilliant with gems which outshone completely the three little garnets.  Jewel jumped for joy when she had clasped it about the round neck.

“Oh, mother, mother!” she exclaimed, patting her mother’s cheek, “you kept thinking about us every day, didn’t you!  Kiss your grandma, dearie,” which the proud and happy Anna Belle did with a fervor that threatened to damage Mrs. Evringham’s front teeth.

“I brought you something else, Jewel,” said the mother, with her arms around the child.  “I did think of you every day, and on the ship going over, it was pretty hard, because I had never been away from my little girl and I didn’t know just what she was doing, and I didn’t even know the people she was with; so, partly to keep my thoughts from error, I began to—­to make something for you.”

“Oh, what was it?” asked Jewel eagerly.

“I didn’t finish it going over, and I had no time to do so until we were on the steamer coming home again.  Then I was lighter hearted and happier, because I knew my little darling had found green pastures, but—­I finished it.  I don’t know how much you will care for it.”

Jewel questioned the dark eyes and smiling lips eagerly.

“What is it, mother; a bag for my skates?”