and tasting that real enjoyment which is
found in innocent pleasures only. No wicked amusement ever did or ever can
yield such delight as Jessie and her friends tasted on that sleigh ride.

It was quite dark when they reached home again. They were a little chilled
with their ride, but the glowing fire which burned so cheerfully in the
parlor grate, soon restored them to warmth and comfort. The tea-table was
made cheerful by Jessie's account of the sports and pleasures of the
afternoon.

After tea Jessie took Guy into the kitchen, and taking the watch-pocket
from beneath her apron, said--

"Guy, I want you to go with me into Uncle Morris's chamber, and help me
fix a hook to hang this watch-pocket on. I want to give uncle a
surprise."

Guy gave his consent. Going to the nail-box he selected a small brass
hook, with a screw at the end, and a gimlet. Then taking a light, he went
up-stairs with his sister. Jessie pointed to the spot, over his bed, which
she thought the best place for the hook. Guy bored the hole, screwed in
the hook, and hung the pocket by its loop of braid upon it. Jessie clapped
her hands, and said--

"Isn't it pretty! Won't Uncle Morris be pleased! My _quilt_ covers his
bed. The _slippers_ I made him are under his chair, and now my
_watch-pocket_ hangs over his bedstead. I'll get his chair-cushion done
next, and then I guess he will allow that I'm fit to be an officer in your
Try Company. Ha! Ha! Ha!"

CHAPTER XV.

Thanksgiving Day.

The next morning was mild and clear. A bright sun shone gloriously forth,
and aided by light airs from the south, softened the snow and made every
thing, but the walking, as pleasant as nature ever is on a December day.
It was thanksgiving day, too--thanksgiving was appointed in December that
year--and all the inmates of Glen Morris arose in high spirits, expecting
to spend that festal day in calm and quiet enjoyment.

At the breakfast-table, Uncle Morris excited some surprise, by putting on
a very grave countenance, and saying--

"Some persons must have entered my room, last night!"

"Entered your room!" exclaimed Mrs. Carlton, turning a little pale, and
forgetting what she was about, so far as to overflow the cup she was
filling with coffee.

"Did they steal any thing, Uncle?" asked Hugh, in a voice made husky by
the alarm he felt at the idea of burglars having been in the house.

"Mind, my dear, you are flooding the tea-tray with coffee," said Mr.