wheels. I asked him what kind of wheels, and he said he guessed they were
rubber-tired, because she was always rubbering and she made people tired.
You know Zeke is such a joker, so I haven't found out yet what aunt Madge
meant, and it isn't any matter because"--Jewel reached up and hugged her
mother, "you've come home."

Here the two men approached. "No more time for spooning," said Harry
cheerfully. "We're going now, little girls."

After all, there was nothing for Jewel to carry. Her father and grandfather
had the dress-suit case and bags.

Mrs. Evringham looked inquiringly at her husband, but he was gayly talking
with Jewel as the four walked out to the street.

Mr. Evringham led the way to a carriage that was standing there. "This is
ours," he said, opening the door.

Harry put the bags up beside the driver while his wife entered the vehicle,
still in doubt as to their destination. Jewel jumped in beside her.

"You'd better move over, dear," said her mother quietly. "Let Mr. Evringham
ride forward."

She was not surprised that Jewel was ignorant of carriage etiquette. It was
seldom that either of them had seen the inside of one.

The broker heard the suggestion. "_Place aux dames_," he said, briefly, and
moved the child back with one hand. Then he entered, Harry jumped in beside
him, slammed the door, and they rolled away.