'I am sure to have supper with Josey West,' she said.
'You go there a great deal, Jessie,' remarked my mother, with an anxious look.
'I am happy there,' was Jessie's terse reply; 'but I don't want to take Chris away.'
'You don't want the sunflower to turn to the sun,' sneered uncle Bryan, with his usual amiability.
'I will not thank you for the compliment,' said Jessie, 'for it isn't meant for one. Chris,' she exclaimed, turning suddenly to me, 'is the sun the only bright thing in the heavens? Is not the moon as lovely, and are not the stars the loveliest of all?'
Uncle Bryan took up the theme, continuing it to her disadvantage.
'But one loses sight of these loveliest things of all when the glare of the sun is in his eyes.'
Jessie bit her lips.
'Am I to blame for going where my best friends are?' she asked.
'You go where your wishes take you. We are certainly not good enough for such a young lady as you.'