If she could correct him she thought she had done as much
good in the family as if she had behaved well herself. He received all
rebukes very meekly, with a "Thank you, little Topknot. 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. People did say she had once been a baby, but she could not
recollect that, "it was so MANY years ago."
Her mind, you see, had always been as soft as a bag of feathers; and
nothing that she did, or that any one else did, made much impression.
But now something remarkable was taking place, and she would never
forget it.
It was this: she was grinding coffee. How prettily it pattered down on
the floor! What did it look like? O, like snuff, that people sneezed
with.
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