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He wanted some too, and followed Flyaway as if she had been a moving honeysuckle. For half a mile or more she "gaed" and she "gaed," all the while nibbling the candy; but now she was growing very tired, and did it to comfort herself. Suddenly she remembered it was Charlie's candy. She held it up to her tearful eyes. "O dee," said she, "it was big, but it keeps a-gettin' little!"
"Is that the Flyaway?" "That's Tom Rover!" came back, in Mumps' voice. "They have tracked us, after all!" "Tom, what made you call?" demanded Dick in disgust. "We might have sneaked upon them unawares." "Never mind, I reckon we can catch them any how," returned Tom, but he was crestfallen, nevertheless, as he realized the truth of his elder brother's observation. "Crowd on the sail, Harris."
"Grandmother can't punish her after such a 'cute speech." But grandmother could, and did. She took her by the little soft hand, led her to the china closet, and locked her in. "Half an hour you must stay there," said she, "and think what a naughty girl you've been!" "Yes um," said Flyaway, meekly, and wiped off a tear with the hem of her frock.
Looking back, she saw that her grandmother was watching her. "What you looking at, gamma? 'Cause I'm are goin' to bring the ollinge right back." And so she did, but not because it was wrong to keep it. Flyaway had no conscience, or, if she had any, it was very small, folded up out of sight, like a leaf-bud on a tree in the spring.
"I wish he was two years younger, and then he would have to obey me," thought she; "but I don't like to lay my commands on a boy of fourteen." The truth was, Horace had a large swelling on the top of his head, known by the name of self-esteem; and it had got bruised a little the day before, when he was obliged to stand one side, and let his aunt manage about finding Flyaway.
A whole long letter from him must be a treat indeed." She thought of a proverb relating to the grapes that are out of reach, but said nothing. It was the fashion that year to wear little flyaway jackets with a coquettish pocket on each side.
The answer came back on the wind full and round. "'Speed, and 'Follow." "Where from?" asked Dan, with just a glint in his eye, for usually he knew every boat on the river, but he didn't know these. "From the schooner Flyaway, taking in sand over at Black Rocks." Then Mr.
They glided past Point of Rocks, past huge beds of water-lilies, past lovely little coves and inlets, and spots where Graham said there was excellent fishing; finally Eagle Island became more distinct, and its pine-trees began to look imposing. "Here we are!" said Graham at last, bringing the Flyaway up nicely on a pebbly beach, in good boating style.
"Yelly good times," said little Flyaway, clutching at her mother's dress. "Mamma, I wish I was blind-eyed, too." "You, my darling baby! Mother hopes that will never be. But if you cannot be blind-eyed yourself, perhaps you may make some of these little ones happy. Is there anything you would like to give away?"
"True for you, young man. Lead the way and we'll be with you." All ran on again, Tom bringing up in the rear with Dick. Soon the cove previously mentioned was gained. They were just in time to see the Flyaway disappearing in the darkness. "Come back here!" cried Tom. "If you don't it, will be the worse for you!" "Don't you attempt to follow us!" came savagely from Arnold Baxter.
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