"Shtop," cried she, scowling through her "spetty-curls," as she saw three white paws and one blue one go tripping over the road. "Shtop!" But the paws kept on. "O, Diny," said Flyaway, as pussy's tail disappeared round a corner, "O, Diny, her don't want to go to heaven!" Then Flyaway sat down in the sand, and pulled off one of the big boots.

"Now my spetty-curls," she added, hunting in the "uppest drawer" till she found the eyeless spectacles used for playing "old lady." With these on, Flyaway thought she could see the way a great deal better. Horace's boots would help her up hill; so she jumped into those, and clattered down the back stairs with Dinah under her arm.

"I'm tired out and sleepy out," wailed the young traveller, the tears rolling over the rims of her "spetty-curls," "all sleepy out; and I can't get rested 'thout my muvver!" She sat down and hid her head in her black dolly's bosom. "Diny, you got some ears? We wasn't here by-fore!" This was all the way she had of saying she was lost. The sky suddenly grew dark; a shower was coming up.