"
Mrs. Clifford sent for some fresh stockings and shoes. Her
baby-daughter was so often falling into mischief that she thought very
little about it. She did not know this was a remarkable occasion, and
the baby had to-day begun to remember. She did not know that if
Flyaway should live to be an old lady, she would sometimes say to her
grandchildren,--
"The very first thing I have any recollection of, dears, is grinding
coffee in your great-grandmamma's kitchen at Willowbrook. The girl,
Ruth Dillon, took me up by the shoulders, carried me through the air,
and set me in the sink, and then I pumped water over myself."
This is about the way little Flyaway would be likely to talk, sixty
years from now, adding, as she polished her spectacles,--
"And after that, children, things went into a mist, and I don't
remember anything else that happened for some time."
Why was it that things "went into a mist"? Why didn't she keep on
remembering every day? I don't know.
But the next thing that really did happen to Miss Thistleblow Flyaway,
though she went right off and forgot it, was this: She persuaded her
mother to write a letter for her to "Dotty Dimpwill.
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