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After Ranulph, at Richambeau's command, had told the tale of the ascent, the Frenchman said: "No one but an Englishman could be fool enough to try such a thing, and none but a fool could have had the luck to succeed. But even a fool can get a woman to follow him, and so this flyaway followed you, and " Carterette made for Richambeau as though to scratch his eyes out, but Ranulph held her back.
Sit down here, Queenie, under this acorn tree, and I'll tell you; we're going to the castle." "O, yes, the cassil?" "Where we keep our throne, dear, and our gold dresses." "Does we have any gold dollies to the cassil?" "O, yes, Queenie; all sizes." "Does we have," continued Flyaway, winking slowly, "does we have dip toast?" "Why, Queenie, what should we want of that?
"I should laugh, Fly Clifford, to see you going to churches! All the ministers would come down out of the pulpits and ask what little mischief that was, and make aunt 'Ria carry you home!" "No, he wouldn't, too! I'd sit stiller'n two, free, five hundred mouses," pleaded Flyaway, climbing up the back of a chair to show how quiet she could be. "O, it's no use to talk about it, darling.
There was a beautiful clock in the parlor, and the pendulum was in the form of a little boy swinging; but Flyaway would not have cared if it had been a gallows, and the boy hanging there dead. Uncle John took her on his knee, asked her what her name was, where she lived, and whom she loved best; but she only answered she "didn't know."
"But I knowed it by-fore," said she to herself, with a proud toss of the silky plume on the crown of her head. "Shall we take her with us?" asked Jennie Vance. Flyaway listened eagerly; she thought they were still talking of heaven, when in truth Jennie only meant a concert which was to be given that afternoon at the vestry.
However, as he observed that youth calmly trimming the sail again, despite his admonition to let the sheet alone, he seemed to have undergone a change of heart. "That's right," he said, in a tone of not quite so much confidence, "you just run that thing, while I do the steering." It began to get rough now, and the Flyaway did not seem to justify it's owner's praise.
"Hear, now, what your Aunt Madge has written: 'Will you lend me your children for the holidays, Maria? I want all three; at any rate, two." "That's me," cried Flyaway, tipping over her white coffee; "'tenny rate two, means me." "Don't interrupt me, dear. 'Brother Edward has promised me Prudy and Dotty Dimple. They may have a Santa Claus, or whatever they like.
I'd like of all places to see Venice with its water streets and its gondolas." "Yes, honey, you certainly shall see Venice and ride in all the gondolas you like." "Splendid!" cried Jean, clapping her hands. "When can we start? Let's go right away," and springing up from the couch she whirled toward the door. "Slowly, slowly!" protested Uncle Bob. "Come back here to me a moment, you flyaway.
Here, Flyaway, are'n't you willing to be pinned up in a shawl if we'll give you a whole cent?" "Course, indeed, so!" replied the little one, tossing her kitten across a chair, and into the fireplace. "But you mus' gi' me mucher'n that! Gi' me hunnerd cents!" No answer was made to this, except to dress the child in a ruffled cap and long clothes, and pin her into a plaid shawl.
I like a boat with plenty of room for the ladies to be comfortable." "Well, I reckon she's the best boat on Whitecap pond," responded the man, while his small eyes twinkled shrewdly. "Just humour her a bit, and I reckon she'll go where anything of her size will. She's seen some rough times on this pond." The appearance of the Flyaway seemed to bear out this statement.
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