After tea Jessie took Guy into the kitchen, and taking the watch-pocket from beneath her apron, said—
“Guy, I want you to go with me into Uncle Morris’s chamber, and help me fix a hook to hang this watch-pocket on. I want to give uncle a surprise.”
Guy gave his consent. Going to the nail-box he selected a small brass hook, with a screw at the end, and a gimlet. Then taking a light, he went up-stairs with his sister. Jessie pointed to the spot, over his bed, which she thought the best place for the hook. Guy bored the hole, screwed in the hook, and hung the pocket by its loop of braid upon it. Jessie clapped her hands, and said—
“Isn’t it pretty! Won’t Uncle Morris be pleased! My quilt covers his bed. The slippers I made him are under his chair, and now my watch-pocket hangs over his bedstead. I’ll get his chair-cushion done next, and then I guess he will allow that I’m fit to be an officer in your Try Company. Ha! Ha! Ha!”
CHAPTER XV.
Thanksgiving Day.
The next morning was mild and clear. A bright sun shone gloriously forth, and aided by light airs from the south, softened the snow and made every thing, but the walking, as pleasant as nature ever is on a December day. It was thanksgiving day, too—thanksgiving was appointed in December that year—and all the inmates of Glen Morris arose in high spirits, expecting to spend that festal day in calm and quiet enjoyment.
At the breakfast-table, Uncle Morris excited some surprise, by putting on a very grave countenance, and saying—