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Martin Harris was in the dark so far as knowing what course the Flyaway had taken, and had to trust to luck to fall in with the fleeing craft. "If she's going outside of Staten Island, I reckon I can spot her before long," he said. "It looks to me as if the clouds were blowing away," said Tom. "If they do, the starlight will help us a good deal."
"O, 'cause I so sweet," replied Flyaway, promptly; but she was not thinking of her own sweetness, just then; she was wondering if she could manage to run away to church. "I'se a-goin' there myse'f! Sit still's a a " She looked around for a comparison, and saw a grasshopper on the window-sill: "still's a gas-papa. Man won't say nuffin' to me, see 'f he does!"
And O, she takes cake, all secret, out of her new mother's tin chest. I don't know what will become of Jennie Vance." Mrs. Parlin was about to say more, when Miss Flyaway, who had been all over the house in two minutes, danced in, saying, "the Charlie boy" had come! It was little lisping Charlie Gray, saying, "If you pleathe, 'm, may we have the Deacon to go to mill?
It makes us laugh to see such a droll sight, and nobody wishes to laugh when you are talking to your Father in heaven." "No'm," replied Flyaway, winking her eyes solemnly. But when the "three abed" had been tucked in and kissed, Fly called her auntie back to ask, "How can Flipperty grow up a goody girl athout she says her prayers?"
"I was trying to srim," said she, as they drew her out; "and THAT'S what is it." Even Miss Polly smiled at the dripping little figure with hair clinging close to its head; but Flyaway looked very solemn. "It makes me povokin'," said she, knitting her brows, "to have you laugh at me!"
"I'm the one that found this treasure, not Dotty, not Flyaway. This is honest, and I do not lie when I say it." Jennie began to tremble, and a hot color flew into her cheeks, and added new lustre to her black eyes.
After a while the clouds had poured out all the rain there was in them, and left the sky as clear as it was before; but by that time the sun had gone to bed, and the little birds too, sending out their good nights from tree to tree. Then the new moon came, and peeped over the shoulder of a hill at Flyaway. She sprang out from the bushes like a rabbit.
"Miss Polly scared me so I don't believe I shall ever be afraid of lightning again!" Little Flyaway ran after them, holding her nipperkin of milk close to her bosom, to keep off the flies, as she thought. "I was defful sick," said she; "and did I ask the Polly woman for the stawbollies? No, she was naughty; I didn't want 'em. She gived me stawbollies and stawbollies."
There I was, tossed aside for a flyaway, who was for any man that would come her way. Yes, I think I was mad. The pride in me was hurt as only a woman can understand." She paused and looked at the two women who listened to her. Fleda's eyes were on the world beyond the window of the room. "Surely we understand," whispered Madame Bulteel.
She was sorry she had refused the part, and she put her fingers in her mouth, and sulked, because little Flyaway had been stealing the praise she might have received herself. After both syllables of the charade had been acted and guessed, then the other half of the company took their turn, and attempted to arrange a tableau. There was a deal of confusion. No one knew exactly what ought to be done.
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