e like a dream than a reality to
her. She was still in fairy-land.

Presently the postman came to the house bringing a letter addressed to
"Miss Jessie Carlton." The servant took it to Jessie on a small salver.

"Is it for me?" cried Jessie, taking it up and examining the address.

"Whom can it be from?" asked Carrie, leaning over to her friend's side to
see the handwriting.

"Oh, I know!" exclaimed Jessie. "It's from cousin Emily."

The letter was opened, and Jessie read aloud as follows:

MORRISTOWN, N. J., November 18, 18--.

MY DEAR JESSIE:

I got home nicely from your house. Ma was very glad to see us, and so
was pa. Charlie said he was glad to get home. I was some glad and
some sorry. It was pleasant to see pa and ma again, but I missed you,
oh! ever so much! When I went up to my room that night, I sat down
and cried. I thought over all the naughty things I had said and done
to you while I was at Glen Morris, until it seemed to me I was the
most wicked girl in the world. I thought of you and of dear Uncle
Morris and his good advice, until my heart seemed broken. Then I
kneeled down and asked God to make me a good girl like you. I begin
to believe he will, for I have been trying hard to be good ever
since. Mother says I am a very good girl already; but she don't know
what passes in my thoughts, nor how hard I have to strive to keep
down my ugly, wicked temper. Charlie is not quite so wicked as he
was, either, and I am trying to make him a good boy. I wish you would
come to Morristown and make me a good long visit. With much love to
yourself, and your good Ma, Pa, and Uncle Morris, I am

Your affectionate cousin,
EMILY MORRIS.
TO MISS JESSIE CARLTON.

"What a beautiful letter!" said Carrie. Jessie was silent. She was
thinking. She was secretly rejoicing, too. Such a joy was in her young
heart as had never welled up in it before. She had done Emily good. As Guy
had led Richard Duncan into right paths, so she had led Emily. Happy,
happy Jessie!

Just then she heard Uncle Morris's night-key lifting the latch of the hall
door. Away she bounded from her seat, almost overturning poor Madge in her
hurry. Rushing to her uncle as he was closing the door, she seized his arm
with one hand while she held up Emil