United States or Timor-Leste ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
She slid away from Horace's shoulder, spread her little length upon the seat, closed her wondering, tired eyes, and sailed off to Noddle's Island. A fly, buzzing in from out doors, had long been trying to settle on Flyaway's restless nose.
"Katie Clifford!" said grandma, sternly; and then she opened the door, and faced Flyaway. "'Cause 'cause 'cause," cried the little one, in great alarm; "you won't shut me up, 'cause I won't never walk away no more, gamma Parlin!" Mrs. Parlin tried hard not to smile; but the mixture on Flyaway's little face of naughtiness, jelly, and fright, was very funny to see.
But the fifes and drums were rather slow, and Flyaway's feet were very swift; so it was not long before the gray men, with their white banners and clattering carts, were far behind her. No danger now that any of the wicked creatures would strike her; so she slackened her pace.
Bangs, stirring the mess in a big iron kettle suspended above the blaze, waved a welcome to the boys, as they came in. "Thought you'd like to have breakfast all ready," he cried. "The Flyaway's waiting for us all to get through." They thanked him warmly. "Oh, I'm having as much fun as you are out of it," he responded. "Get your plates and I'll fill 'em up."
"'What! says I; 'step outside along o' me, and bring your pal with you, and I'll spread your bloomin' nose over your face." "That corked him." "I tell you Flyaway's a dead cert. I know a bloke that goes to Newmarket regular, and he's acquainted with Reilly of the Greyhound, and Reilly told him that he heard Teddy Martin's cousin say that Flyaway was tried within seven pounds of Peacock.
All of the others went aboard of the Searchlight, Arnold Baxter being carried by the police officers, who attended to his wound as well as the accommodations on board of the yacht permitted. So far nothing had been said about the money and securities stolen by Baxter and Girk, but they were in a locker in the Flyaway's cabin, and easily brought to light. "This is a big day for us," said Dick.
Flyaway's next dash was into the sink cupboard, where she found a wooden bowl of sand. This she dragged out, and filling her "nipperkin" with water, carried them both to Ruth, saying, in her sweet, pleading way, "If you please, Ruthie, will you tell how God does when he takes the 'little drops of water and little grains of sand, and makes 'the mighty oshum' with um, 'and the pleasant land'?"
Parlin opened the nursery door at home, she found Jennie building block houses, to Flyaway's great delight, while at the other end of the room sat Dotty Dimple, resolutely sewing patchwork. "O, grandma," spoke up Flyaway, "Jennie came to see me; she didn't come to see Dotty, 'cause Dotty don't want to talk. There, now, Jennie, make a rat to put in the cupboard. R goes first to rat."
The child noticed that her grandmother's brows knit as if in displeasure, and then she remembered the jelly. "I hasn't been a-touchin' your 'serves, gamma," said she. Mrs. Parlin really did not know what to do, Flyaway's conscience was so little and folded away in so many thicknesses, like a tiny pearl in a whole box of cotton wool. How could anybody get at it?
When the collision came, Dick, to save himself from injury, gave a leap up into the air, and Sergeant Brown did the same. The shock sent the Searchlight backward, and when the youth came down he found himself sprawling on the Flyaway's deck, close beside Dan Baxter. "Dick Rover!" gasped the former bully of Putnam Hall. "So it is your boat that has run into us?"
Word Of The Day