"
"Yes um."
Down stairs she pattered. The moment Ruth had kissed her, and turned
away to make a poultice, she crept into the nursery, and put on
Horace's straw hat. Then she took from a corner an old cane of her
grandfather's, and from the paper-rack a daily newspaper, and started
out in great glee. The "Journal" she hugged to her heart, and her
short dress she held up to her waist, "'Cause I s'pect I mus' keep it
out o' the mud," said she, as anxiously as any lady with a train.
She had no trouble in finding the church, for the road was straight,
but the cane kept tripping her up.
"Naughty fing! Wisht I hadn't took you, to-day, you act so bad!" said
she, picking herself up for the fifth time, and slinging the "naughty
fing" across her shoulder like a gun. When she came to the
meeting-house there was not a soul to be seen. "Guess they's eatin'
dinner in here," decided Flyaway, after looking about for a few
seconds. "Guess I'll go up chamer, see where the folks is."
[Illustration: RUNNING AWAY TO CHURCH.]
Up stairs she clattered, hitting the balusters with her cane.
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