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Updated: May 28, 2025
"Now, young lady," said he, setting the cage on the shelf beside a camellia, and speaking in a low voice, though they were quite alone, "can you keep a secret?" "Course I can; What is a secrid?" "Why, it's something you musn't ever tell, Topknot, not to anybody that lives." "Then I won't, cerdily, not to mamma, nor papa, nor Gracie." "Nor anybody else?" "No; course not.
But her "dee" mamma could not hear her; she was in the city of Augusta; and as for the rest of the family, they supposed Flyaway was playing "catch" with Dotty Dimple in the barn. It now occurred to little Flyaway, with a sudden pang, that she must have come to the end of the world. "Yes, cerdily!" The world was full of folks and houses, this place was nothing but trees.
Those great big girls were always running away from her, and calling her "goosies" and "snips;" and now they meant to climb to heaven, where Charlie was, and leave her behind. "But I won't stay down here in this place; I'll go to heaven too, now, cerdily!" She sprang from the pillow and stood on one foot, like a strong-minded little robin that will not be trifled with by a worm.
"Does she truly?" said Fly, beginning to look pleased. "But it can't be a secrid, though," added she, next moment, sadly, "'cause we can't go, Hollis." "But I really think we shall go, Topknot; that is, if you don't spoil the whole by telling." "O, I cerdily won't tell!" said Fly, fluttering all over with a sense of importance, like a kitten with its first mouse.
"I'll go too, now, cerdily." Having made up her mind, she hurried as fast as she could, and tucked a stick of candy in her pocket, also the bottle of soap suds, and two thirds of a "curly cookie" shaped like a leaf. "Charlie would be so glad to see Fly-wer!" She purred like a contented kitten as she thought about it. "'Haps they've got a bossy-cat up there, and a piggy, and a swing. O, my shole!"
"Ruthie gives too much measure," replied Dotty, untwisting her apron "'most two quarts; and when Katie and I ask for some in our nipperkins, Ruthie says, 'No, she must make butter. I was just as thirsty, grandma, and I thought Mrs. Gray never would care; I did certainly." "Yes, gamma, we fought Mis Gay would care; did cerdily!" "My dear Dotty," said Mrs.
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