Jewels Story Book

Clara Louise Burnham
Jewel's Story Book, by Clara
Louise Burnham

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Title: Jewel's Story Book
Author: Clara Louise Burnham
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Language: English
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[Illustration: "YOU'VE MADE ME SOME STORIES, MOTHER!"]

JEWEL'S STORY BOOK
BY
CLARA LOUISE BURNHAM
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS
NEW YORK GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS Made in the
United States of America
COPYRIGHT 1904 BY CLARA LOUISE BURNHAM
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Published October, 1904
TO THE CHILDREN WHO LOVE JEWEL

CONTENTS
I. OVER THE 'PHONE
II. THE BROKER'S OFFICE
III. THE HOME-COMING
IV. ON THE VERANDA
V. THE LIFTED VEIL
VI. THE DIE IS CAST
VII. MRS. EVRINGHAM'S GIFTS
VIII. THE QUEST FLOWER
IX. THE QUEST FLOWER (CONTINUED)

X. THE APPLE WOMAN'S STORY
XI. THE GOLDEN DOG
XII. THE TALKING DOLL
XIII. A HEROIC OFFER
XIV. ROBINSON CRUSOE
XV. ST. VALENTINE
XVI. A MORNING RIDE
XVII. THE BIRTHDAY
XVIII. TRUE DELIGHT

JEWEL'S STORY BOOK
CHAPTER I
OVER THE 'PHONE
Mrs. Forbes, Mr. Evringham's housekeeper, answered the telephone
one afternoon. She was just starting to climb to the second story and
did not wish to be hindered, so her "hello" had a somewhat impatient
brevity.
"Mrs. Forbes?"
"Oh," with a total change of voice and face, "is that you, Mr.
Evringham?"
"Please send Jewel to the 'phone."
"Yes, sir."

She laid down the receiver, and moving to the foot of the stairs called
loudly, "Jewel!"
"Drat the little lamb!" groaned the housekeeper, "If I was only sure she
was up there; I've got to go up anyway. Jewel!" louder.
"Ye--es!" came faintly from above, then a door opened. "Is somebody
calling me?"
Mrs. Forbes began to climb the stairs deliberately while she spoke with
energy. "Hurry down, Jewel. Mr. Evringham wants you on the 'phone."
"Goody, goody!" cried the child, her feet pattering on the thick carpet
as she flew down one flight and then passed the housekeeper on the
next. "Perhaps he is coming out early to ride."
"Nothing would surprise me less," remarked Mrs. Forbes dryly as she
mounted.
Jewel flitted to the telephone and picked up the receiver.
"Hello, grandpa, are you coming out?" she asked.
"No, I thought perhaps you would like to come in."
"In where? Into New York?"
"Yes."
"What are we going to do?" eagerly.
Mr. Evringham, sitting at the desk in his private office, his head resting
on his hand, moved and smiled. His mind pictured the expression on
the face addressing him quite as distinctly as if no miles divided them.
"Well, we'll have dinner, for one thing. Where shall it be? At the
Waldorf?"
Jewel had never heard the word.

"Do they have Nesselrode pudding?" she asked, with keen interest. Mrs.
Forbes had taken her in town one day and given her some at a
restaurant.
"Perhaps so. You see I've heard from the Steamship Company, and they
think that the boat will get in this evening."
"Oh, grandpa! grandpa! grandpa!"
"Softly, softly. Don't break the 'phone. I hear you through the window."
"When shall I come? Oh, oh, oh!"
"Wait, Jewel. Don't be excited. Listen. Tell Zeke to bring you in to my
office on the three o'clock train."
"Yes, grandpa. Oh, please wait a minute. Do you think it would be too
extravagant for me to wear my silk dress?"
"No, let's be reckless and go the whole figure."
"All right," tremulously.
"Good-by."
"Oh, grandpa, wait. Can I bring Anna Belle?" but only silence
remained.
Jewel hung up the receiver with a hand that was unsteady, and then ran
through the house and out of doors, leaving every door open behind her
in a manner which would have brought reproof from Mrs. Forbes, who
had begun to be Argus-eyed for flies.
Racing out to the barn, she appeared to 'Zekiel in the harness room like
a small whirlwind.
"Get on your best things, Zeke," she cried, hopping up and down; "my
father and mother are coming."

"Is this an india rubber girl?" inquired the coachman, pausing to look at
her with a smile. "What train?"
"Three o'clock. You're going with me to New York. Grandpa says so;
to his office, and the boat's coming to-night. Get ready quick, Zeke,
please. I'm going to wear my silk dress."
"Hold on, kid," for she was flying off. "I'm to go in town with you, am
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