“Nobly spoken, my little lady,” rejoined Mr. Morris. “Perseverance conquers all things. It has won victories for warriors; freedom for oppressed nations; and self-conquest for millions of men, women, and children. Hold on to your purpose then, my Jessie, and you will yet be crowned as the conqueror of your troublesome little enemy!”
Jessie sighed, and looked as if she wished the last battle had been fought, and the crown already placed on her brow.
Poor Jessie! she is not the first miss who has found it hard work to overcome Little Impulse, the wizard.
CHAPTER V.
The Broken Mirror.
When Jessie saw Hugh getting ready to go to school, after dinner, she thought of her notes which were still lying very snugly in her work-basket. There were four of them: one for Mr. Sherwood, one for Richard Duncan, one for Adolphus Harding, and one for Norman Butler. Taking them from beneath her working materials, she held them up, and turning to Hugh, who was on his way to the door, said—
“Hugh, I want you to do me a little favor!”
“I dare say. You girls are always asking favors. But what now?”