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She could only put her head in, and part of one shoulder. What should she do? It was of no use screaming to that witch of a Frizzle; but she did scream. She threatened to "whip her," and "tie her," and "box her ears," and "burn up her dollies." But Flaxie knew she wouldn't; so she calmly pulled off her boots and put on her rubbers. Then Ninny coaxed.
It must be she is running away," said the bridge-man's wife, as Flaxie left her door. "I ought to have stopped her; but somebody will, of course." But nobody did. People only laughed at her kitty, and then passed on. Soon the sun set, and the new moon shone white against the blue sky. Flaxie had often seen the moon, but it looked larger and rounder than this. What ailed it now?
Just before Christmas day Santa Claus's sleigh was brought out into the beautiful court I have described; eight lively young reindeer were harnessed to it, and thousands of toys were packed in it; furs were wrapped around Flaxie, who was now quite well, and Mrs. Christmas herself made up a box of delicacies for her to eat on the way.
"O Ninny! you're my darlin' sister," said she, with a very sweet smile. "Will you lem me carry my kitty over to grandma's?" "Why, no indeed! You mustn't go 'way over the bridge." "Yes I mus'. 'Twon't hurt me a tall!" "But I can't let you, Flaxie Frizzle; truly I can't; so don't ask me again." Flaxie's lip curled as well as her nose. "Poh! I haven't got so good a sister as I fought I had.
"Well," said Flaxie, "I'll wash it off." And away she flew to the kitchen sink. "What are you up to now?" said Dora, the housemaid, who stood there with her bonnet on. "You'll drown that poor little creetur, and squeeze it to death too! Miss Ninny, why don't you attend to your little sister?" Dear Ninny! as if she were not doing her best!
"Mamma," said she, one day, from her high chair, "your littlest one doesn't like fish; what makes you cook him?" Mamma shook her head, but Flaxie wouldn't look at it. Mrs. Willard was saying, "When we go to ride this afternoon we can stop at the slate-quarry." Who was going to ride? And would they take the "littlest one" too? Flaxie meant to find out.
Christmas's day," said Santa Claus, with a nod "and if you will just give my sleigh a lift, I think I can tuck in Flaxie and carry her to some people I know some people who will appreciate her and be kind to her; yes, and even cross in a wholesome way, seeing that's what you approve of." Here Santa pretended to be very gruff himself, but Boreas saw through it. He knew that St.
I found her in the forest, and a great bearded giant told me to bring her to you." "Oh, Olaf, it is my little Lena come back, I do believe!" cried the woman, while tears of joy ran down her face. "Nay, mother, nay," said her husband; "but she shall take our lost one's place. Come, little one, tell us who thou art and from whence thou art come." Then Flaxie told the story of her visit to St.
"There you is!" laughed the baby. Then rising on her "tippy-toes," Flaxie began to fumble with the key. Ninny smiled to hear her breathe so hard, but never thought the wee, wee fingers could do any harm. At last the key, after clicking for a good while, turned round in the lock; yes, fairly turned. The door was fastened. "Let me out! out! out!" cried Ninny, pounding with both hands.
Flaxie was perfectly delighted. She had not known till then that the door was locked, and if Ninny had been quiet she would probably have kept fumbling away till she opened it. But now she wouldn't so much as touch the key, you may be sure. O, Flaxie Frizzle was a big rogue, as big as she could be, and be so little!
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