She did not know
how lovely she was, nor how
"The light of the heaven she came from
Still lingered and gleamed in her hair."
"I wisht 'twouldn't get out," said she.
"What do you mean by _out_?"
"O, unwetted, and un-comb-bid, and un-parted."
"That's because you fly about like such a little witch."
"I doesn't do the leastest nuffin, Dotty Dimpwill! Folks ought to let
me to go to churches."
"I _should_ laugh, Fly Clifford, to see _you_ going to churches! All
the ministers would come down out of the pulpits and ask what little
mischief that was, and make aunt 'Ria carry you home!"
"No, he wouldn't, too! I'd sit stiller'n two, free, five hundred
mouses," pleaded Flyaway, climbing up the back of a chair to show how
quiet she could be.
"O, it's no use to talk about it, darling. Give me one kiss, and I'll
go get my sun-shade."
"Can't, Dotty Dimpwill! My mamma's kiss I'll keep; it's ahind my mouf;
she's gone to 'Dusty.
"Well, 'keep it ahind your mouf,' then; and here's another to put with
it.
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