“I don’t see why I should wait all the time on Miss Jessie; she’s big enough to carry her own letters.”
Could Hugh have exchanged feelings with Guy, he would have learned that little acts of love and kindness bring rich returns into the hearts of those who perform them; and then, perhaps, he would have seen at least one reason why he should “wait all the time on Miss Jessie.”
It happened that afternoon to blow up cold and rainy, so that Jessie and her young guests could not play out of doors. The bright fire in the grate tempted them into the parlor, where they amused themselves in various ways. At last, wearied with quiet games, master Charlie said—
“Let us play blind-man’s-buff?”
“Oh yes, do, Jessie! It’s such good fun,” said Emily.
“I like it first rate,” said Jessie. “Who will be blind-man first?”
“I will,” said Emily, in a very positive tone of voice.
“No, you won’t, either, I shall be blind-man first,” said Charlie.
“Well, I say you shan’t. There now!” cried Emily, stamping the floor with her little foot.
“But I tell you I will!” retorted Charlie with anger.