CHAPTER VIII.
THE NEW HOME.
It seemed to Jessie that she was still saying, "Keep every evil far from me," and trying to go to sleep, when a voice said sharply-- "Now then, it's time to wake up! Make haste and get your clothes on, for your father and one of the lodgers will be here wanting their breakfasts presently." Jessie woke with a great start, and sprang up, struggling with the shawl which was still wrapped about her head.

Free of this, she looked about her in a dazed way, trying to rouse herself and collect her wits.

It was not yet daylight, of course, and the lighted lamp stood on the table in the midst of the dirty dishes just as it had the night before; her stepmother too--her hair and dress and whole appearance were exactly as they had been the night before, the only difference being that she seemed, if anything, less agreeable.
"Wake up! wake up!" she called sharply again.

"I want you to make yourself useful, not to be giving me more trouble.

Get on your things, then light the fire as quick as you can--no, I'll light the fire to-day, because your father can't bear to be kept waiting, but I shall look to you to do it other mornings, and to get up without being called, too." "Yes," said Jessie dutifully, "I hope I shall be able to wake up." She was so sleepy at the moment that she could scarcely stand, or see to get into her garments.