“Bah! Don’t you wish you may get it!”
“You unamiable boy! is that the affection which is due from a brother to his sister? O Hugh! Hugh! I wish you had more love and less selfishness in that idle soul of yours.”
This just rebuke from the lips of Uncle Morris, who had been standing unperceived for the last few minutes behind the half-open door, put an end to all Master Hugh’s idle, not to say wicked, teasing. He dropped the letters into Jessie’s lap, and with an angry scowl on his face left the room.
The sunshine came back into Jessie’s face in a moment. She looked her thanks to Uncle Morris, while she nervously opened the envelope of her letter. Having unfolded it, she read as follows:
Morristown, New Jersey, October 10th, 18—
Dear Cousin Jessie,
Pa and Ma have just given their consent to have me and my brother Charlie visit you at Glen Morris Cottage. I am so glad I can hardly hold my pen to write you about it. Charlie is jumping about the room, and shouting hurrah, for joy. We are to start Thursday, in the afternoon train, and shall get to your house to tea. With ten thousand kisses for you, I remain,
Your affectionate cousin,
Emily Morris.
Miss Jessie Carlton.