“Isn’t this nice?” shouted Jessie, as she slid over the glass-like surface.
“It’s perfectly beautiful,” replied Carrie, gliding along in an opposite direction.
Walter made a slide for himself, just in front of the girls, and being all brim-full of good-nature, they enjoyed themselves finely. But there were two shadows that flashed on Jessie’s joy now and then. The first was the image of the quilt she had left on the parlor-floor; the second was her regret that her cousins were so ugly. When the former image flitted before her, a little voice in her breast whispered,
“In the chains of the little wizard again, eh?”
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Then Jessie would sigh, look very sober, and pause, saying to herself, “I really must go home and sew.”
Before her purpose was fairly formed, however, Walter or Carrie would cry out, “What, getting tired already! You are not half a slider.”