“Thank you,” replied Hugh, repressing his frown, and trying to look pleased.
“He don’t deserve it,” said Uncle Morris.
During this last act of Guy’s, the servant placed a letter and another box—a very small one—beside Jessie’s plate. Opening the letter, she read thus:
City of Self Conquest, December, 18—.
Dear Miss Carlton:
Permit me to inform you that I have this day been wedded to Miss Perseverance by the Rev. Mr. Good-Resolution. With your permission, I and my bride will take up our abode with you at Glen Morris. I have taken a new name in part, and with my bride’s help, I hope to help you more than I formerly hindered you, to keep the rules of the Try Company. The box contains a gift from a mutual friend, who wishes you to admit me, in my new estate, to your friendship and confidence.
Very truly yours,
Right Impulse.
“Ah, Uncle Morris, you wrote that, I know you did!” said Jessie, laughing, and looking very archly at her uncle.
“Well, maybe it is an old man’s folly that did it. But Jessie, I trust you have now so far conquered yourself that henceforth your impulses will no longer be like little wizards tempting you astray, but that they will be guided by right resolutions, and carried out with perseverance. You will thus become a true member of the Try Company, and live both a good and a useful life.”