“Yes, do,” said Charlie, “and I won’t call you cross, Jessie, any more.”
“We mustn’t stay long, then,” replied Jessie reluctantly, for a thought of her sewing flashed across her brain.
“Of course, we won’t,” said Emily, as she took her cousin by the hand and led her away. “We will only stay long enough to see Carrie laugh at the queer little man.”
They went to Carrie Sherwood’s, and there they stayed until Walter’s return from school warned Jessie that it was nearly dinner-time. As she re-entered the parlor she saw Uncle Morris point to her work lying as she left it on the floor, and heard him say—
“The little wizard has been here again, I see, this morning. How fond he is of Glen Morris Cottage.”
Jessie blushed, ran to her Uncle’s side, hid her face in his bosom, and whispered—
“O Uncle, I never shall conquer that little wizard. He is too strong for me.”
“Never despair! my little puss. Try and try again. Make a new resolve, and I’ll warrant you that the wizard will find Glen Morris Cottage too hot to hold him one of these days, and then he’ll be off to the North Pole to keep cool, and perhaps to marry Miss Perseverance!”
Jessie laughed at this conceit of her uncle’s, and said—
“Uncle, I will try again, and I’ll try real hard next time.”