CHAPTER VIII.
Farewell to the Cousins.
Scarcely had Jessie feasted her eyes on her quilt, snugly fixed between the bars of the quilting-frame, before the dinner-bell rang out its pleasant call. The happy girl skipped down-stairs with a light and merry step. In the hall she met her brothers.
“O Guy!” she exclaimed, “I have finished my quilt! Aren’t you glad!”
“To be sure I am,” said Guy, kissing her rosy cheek, “and I expect you will be so well-pleased with my old friend, Never-give-up, who helped you finish it, that you will never give him the mitten again.”
“Pshaw!” cried Hugh with a sneer, “I’ll bet my new knife, that she gives him the mitten before the week is out. Jessie isn’t made of the right stuff for your famous Try Company, any more than I am. She hasn’t got the perseverance of a kitten.”
“And yet she has more of it, than Master Hugh Carlton, for he has never finished any thing but his dinner, and she has finished her quilt,” said Uncle Morris, who as he was crossing the hall to the dining-room, heard Hugh’s unkind remark.
“There, Hugh, you are fairly hit now,” said Guy, laughing.