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She wore a strip of black crape about her own neck, and had caught Flyaway long enough to put one upon her arm, as well as upon the knobs of the nursery doors. "Prudy," said she, "it is polite to do so when we lose people we love. Charlie was my friend and Katie's friend, and we shall treat him with the respect of a friend." "Yes," said Katie, skipping after a fly, "spec of a fend."
What would be done here without you to preserve order?" Flyaway could remember as far back as the beginning of the world, that is to say, she could remember when her world began. It is strange to think of, but the first thing she really knew for a certainty, she was standing in a yellow chair, in her grandmother Parlin's kitchen! It was as if she had always been asleep till that minute.
Surly, who had "just dropped in to find out what that flyaway Gypsy had been screechin' round the house so for, these two days past." "You'd better believe we have enough to do. Joy's got two white skirts to have tucked in little bits of tucks, and she's sent to Boston for a new veil. Mother's made me a whole new dress to wear in the cars, and I've got a beautiful brown feather for my turban.
"So you don't remember how I took you out of the watering-trough, you sweet lamb! 'I's tryin' to swim, you said; 'and that's what is it. Here's a summer-sweeting for you, dear; do you like them?" "Yes'm, thank you," said Flyaway, "but I like summer-sourings the best."
"Cunning as ever, you see," whispered the admiring Horace to cousin Susy, who replied, rather indifferently, "No cunninger than our Prudy used to be." Flyaway made quick work of drinking her white tea, and when she came to the last few drops she swung her cup round and round, saying, "Didn't you know, Hollis, that's the way gampa does, when he gets most froo, to make it sweet?"
"Somebody don't take 'are o' me," wailed she; "somebody gone off, lef' me alone!" She was dreadfully hungry. "When was it be dinner time?" She would not have been in the least surprised, but very much pleased, if a bird had flown down with a plate of roast lamb in his bill, and set it on the ground before her. Simple little Flyaway!
"It came on to blow, didn't it?" he asked; but there he sank down again. "I can't stay so!" he murmured soon. "I can't stay so! Here, I must tell you. Georgie, get out the spy-glass, and go up on the roof and look over. I've had a dream, I tell you! I've had a dream. Not that either, but it's just stamped on me! It was like a storm, and I dreamed that that schooner the Flyaway had parted.
"Wot's de next move?" "Follow me," said Dan Baxter. "And lose no time. That other boy will soon have the whole neighborhood aroused." Away went the crowd out of the factor, the bully leading. Once down in the meadow, Dan Baxter hurried them off in the direction of a tiny cove where the Flyaway lay at anchor, with Bill Goss on watch at the stern and Mrs. Goss in the cabin with Dora.
"It's such a pity that little flyaway of a Horace didn't give you the letter in time," said Louise; "and then we might have had some days to get used to it." "Wait a minute, dear," said aunt Madge, as Susy came in for a drink of water: "please run up and ask aunt Maria to come down stairs. Now, mother," she added, "you are the one to tell the story, if you please."
Then you's blind-eyed," returned Flyaway, with perfect coolness. "And don't you feel sorry for me not a bit?" "No, 'cause your dog is freckled so pretty." "But I can't see his freckles." "Well, he's got 'em. Little yellow ones, spattered out all over him." "But if I had eyes like you, I shouldn't need any dog. I could go about the streets alone."
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