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"Now, Flaxie," said Santa Claus, after they had skimmed over the snow with lightning speed for hours, "before you go to sleep, as I see you are doing, I want to speak to you.
He laughed, and took it in his hands; and another man pinched its tail. Flaxie screamed out: "You mustn't hold it by the handle, Mr. Man!" Then they all laughed more than ever, and clapped their hands; and Mr. Jones said: "You're a cunning baby!" "Well," replied Flaxie, quickly, "what makes you have turn-about feet?" This wasn't a proper thing to say, and it made Mr.
Jones look sober, for he was sorry to have such feet. Mr. Pratt was afraid Flaxie would talk more about them; so he frowned at her and said: "Good little girls don't run away bare-headed, Miss Frizzle! Is your mamma at home?" "Guess I'll go now," said Flaxie; "some more folks will want to see my kitty." Mr. Pratt's boy ran after her with a stick of candy, but could not catch her.
Of one thing we all are certain that the most gossiping and malicious person now living was once a fair and innocent child; so who shall say that this which I have related did not happen to Lu and Kathie? Her name was Mary Gray, but they called her Flaxie Frizzle. She had light curly hair, and a curly nose. That is, her nose curled up at the end a wee bit, just enough to make it look cunning.
But it is so warm to-day, I took my wig off for a few moments to rest my head." Patty examined the wig with great interest. "I think it's wonderful," she said, "is it just like your own hair was?" "No, indeed, I wanted a change. My own hair is very dark, almost black, and perfectly straight. So I bought this Flaxie Frizzle wig for a change. It's becoming, don't you think so?
The superior tone of Mary's question made it seem that she was twenty years older than the child at her side, instead of only two. "I like the Dotty Dimple books," finally admitted Girlie. "Mamma read me all of them and several of the Prudy books, and I have read half of 'Flaxie Frizzle' my own self." "Oh!" exclaimed Mary, in a tone expressing enlightenment. "I see! Nothing but juvenile books!
Laugh to me, Ninny, and get me my pretty new hat, or I'll shut you up in the closet!" Ninny did laugh, it was so funny to hear that speck of a child talk of punishing a big girl like her! "Will you lem me go?" repeated Flaxie. "No, indeed! What an idea!" "I've got fi-ive cents, Ninny. I'll buy you anyfing what you want? Now lem me! 'Twon't hurt me a tall!"
Eva Snow had come and let Ninny out of the closet long ago; and lots of people had been hunting ever since for Flaxie Frizzle. When the postmaster and the minister brought her home between them, Mrs. Gray was so very glad that she laughed and cried. Still she thought Flaxie ought to be punished.
"O mamma," said Miss Frizzle next morning, very much surprised to find herself tied by the clothes-line to a knob in the bay-window. "The men laughed to me, they did! Mr. Lame Jones, he said I was very cunning!" But for all that, her mamma did not untie her till afternoon; and then Flaxie promised "honestly," not to run away again. Would you trust her?
Nicholas, on the whole, believed that Flaxie would be better off without so much amusement and without so many temptations to do nothing but play all day long, and this was the way the matter ended.
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