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"Well, I don't like to go 'bout the streets alone; I want my own brother Hollis." "I hope you haven't got lost, little dear?" "No," laughed Fly, gayly; "I didn't get lost! But I don't know where nobody is! And there don't nobody know where I am!" The blind girl took Fly's little hand tenderly in hers. "Come, turn down this street with me, and tell me all about it."
But just then a gentle-looking blind girl came along led by a dog. The sight was so strange that Flyaway stopped to admire; for whatever else she might be afraid of, she always loved and trusted a dog. "Doggie, doggie," cried she, patting the little animal's head. "O, what a sweet voice," said the blind girl, putting out her hand and groping till she touched Fly's shoulder.
Dotty afterwards said to Prudy and Horace, "I was 'stonished when that man came to the back of my chair with the butter; but I said, 'If you please, sir, just as if I 'spected it. He don't know but my father's rich." After dinner Fly's eyes drew together, and Prudy said, "O, darling, you don't know what's going to happen.
It was only on the summons to her mother's room that Mysie discovered that Gillian was not going with her. It dimmed the lustre of her delight for a little while, 'Oh, Gill, aren't you very sorry? You ought to have had the first turn. 'Never mind, Mysie, you are Fly's friend, and the two sisters' looks at one another at that moment were a real pleasure to their mother.
But she did not interfere, having trust in the gymnastics that were studied at school by Jasper, who had been beguiled into the game by Fly's fascinations. 'A far more realistic performance than the Rotherwood Butterfly's Ball is likely to be, said Aunt Jane, aside, as the various guests came up for her departing kiss. 'And much more entertaining, if they could only think so. Where's Gillian?
The schoolmistress said, in a rather mischievous way, that she was afraid some minds or souls would be a little crowded, if they took in the Rocky Mountains or the Atlantic. Have you ever read the little book called "The Stars and the Earth?" said I. Have you seen the Declaration of Independence photographed in a surface that a fly's foot would cover?
Many larvæ free from white spots to-day will show them to-morrow or some other day, so long as the Fly's season lasts. I estimate that the vast majority of the troop will end by being infested. My rearing-experiments tell me much on this point.
Among them were two of the natives of Darnley Island, one of whom, Dzum, soon recognised me as an old acquaintance, under the name of Dzoka, by which I had formerly been known on shore during the Fly's visits.
"Why, if I's dead," said Fly, untying her bonnet strings, "then the funy-yal would come round and take me; that's all." "We are most grateful to you," said Aunt Madge, turning to Mrs. Brooks, "for bringing home this lost child; but do tell us where you found her." Then Mrs. Brooks related all she knew of Fly's wanderings, the little one putting in her own explanations.
That is the external aspect of it; the inner aspect, to his fly's mind, is of a quite natural and unimportant occurrence one of the momentary conditions of his active life. He steps out of the way of your hand, and alights on the back of it. You cannot terrify him, nor govern him, nor persuade him, nor convince him.
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