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"I am almost as good as the little girls in the Sunday school books," said she; "now there's Jennie Vance I'm afraid she fibs." Jennie called one day to ask Dotty and Flyaway to go to school with her. "Jennie," said Miss Dimple, gravely, as they were walking with Katie between them, "do they ever read the Bible to you?" "Yes; why?"
"Hullo, you did lay in some things?" he grinned. "I reckon you calculate this chase to last some time." "We've got enough for several days, anyway that is, all but water," returned Dick. "I've got a whole barrel full of that forward, lad." "Then we are ready to leave. I hope, though, we run the Flyaway down before noon," concluded the elder Rover, as he hopped on board.
The start was to be made from that point, and Cora was first to arrive. With her were Hazel Hastings, and Gertrude Adams, a school friend of Cora's. Two minutes later the Flyaway puffed into sight with the Robinson twins smiling serenely from her two-part seat.
"We'll have to shorten sail before long," said Martin Harris. "If we don't, a sudden gust might make us lose our stick." "I'd like to see the Flyaway lose her mast!" cried Tom. "It would just serve the Baxters right if they went to the bottom." "No, we don't want to see that yacht harmed," put in Dick quickly. "Remember, Dora is on board and that stolen fortune, too."
Then followed a chat between herself and a few little old ladies concerning catnip and "pep'mint" tea; after which the wonderful baby was held up by the yardstick to be weighed. Flyaway had not expected to be suspended so high in the air. She forgot the baby-like cry she had been practising, and screamed out in terror, "I wish I didn't be to Portland! O, I wish I didn't be to Portland!"
Out in the street the young rag-merchants were greeted by a cow lowing dismally. Flyaway, in her rustic carriage, felt as secure as the fabled "kid on the roof of a house;" so she called out, "Don't cry, old cow; I 'shamed o' you." At this Prudy and Dotty laughed harder than ever.
We've got a charade, 'Crisis. Half of us are going to play it for the other half to guess. We only want to weigh you, with a yardstick through an old shawl; that's all. Come, let us pin you up; there's a goody girl." "I don't want to be a goody girl. I'm too big to be goody. If you want a baby to make believe with, why don't you take Flyaway? She's littler than me."
"Why, that house has windows," cried Dotty. "I don't see what people want of windows when they can't see." "Nor me needer," echoed Katie. "What um wants winners, can't see out of?" They went up a flight of stone steps, and were met at the door by a blind waiting-girl, who ushered them into the visitors' parlor. "Is she blind-eyed?" whispered Flyaway, gazing at her earnestly.
"Is Flyaway in existence still?" she asked brightly, relieved that she might speak at last. "'Stowed away, as father says, in the barn, somewhere. Mr. Holmes is not as strict as he used to be, is he?" "No, he never was after that. I think he needed to give a lesson to himself." "He looks haggard and old." "I suppose he is old; I don't know how old he is, over forty." "That is antiquated.
After Ranulph, at Richambeau's command, had told the tale of the ascent, the Frenchman said: "No one but an Englishman could be fool enough to try such a thing, and none but a fool could have had the luck to succeed. But even a fool can get a woman to follow him, and so this flyaway followed you, and " Carterette made for Richambeau as though to scratch his eyes out, but Ranulph held her back.
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