Her "uncle Eddard" said "she drove round
the world in a little chariot, and all her friends were harnessed to
it, only they didn't know it."
Her shoulders were very little, but they bore a crushing weight of
care. From the time she began to talk, she took upon herself the
burden of the whole family. When Mrs. Clifford had a headache, Flyaway
was so full of pity that nothing could keep her from climbing upon
the sufferer, stroking her face, and saying, "O, my _dee_ mamma," or
perhaps breaking the camphor bottle over her nose.
She sat at table in a high chair beside her father, and might have
learned good manners if it had not been for the care she felt of
Horace. She could scarcely attend to her own little knife and fork,
because she was so busy watching her brother. She wished to see for
herself that he was sitting straight, and not leaning his elbows on
the table. If he made any mistake she cried, "Hollis!" in a tone as
sweet as a wind-harp, though she meant it to be terribly severe,
adding to the effect by shaking the corn-silk on her head in high
displeasure.
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