Good Mr.
Lee was preaching from the text, "Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it
holy," and people could not imagine who was naughty enough to make
such a noise outside--thump, thump, thump.
"Who's that a-talkin'?" thought Flyaway, startled by Mr. Lee's voice.
"O, ho! that's the _prayer-man_ a-talkin'. He makes me kind o'
'fraid!"
But just at that minute she had reached the top of the stairs, and was
standing in the doorway.
"O, my shole! so _many_ folks!"
She trembled, and was about to run away with her newspaper and cane;
but her eyes, in roving wildly about, fell upon grandpa Parlin and all
the rest of them, in a pew very near the pulpit. Then she thought it
must be all right, and, taking courage, she marched slowly up the
aisle, swinging the cane right and left.
Everybody looked up in surprise as the droll little figure crept by.
Grandpa frowned through his spectacles, and aunt Louise shook her
head; but Horace hid his face in a hymn-book and Dotty Dimple actually
smiled.
"They didn't know _I_ was a-comin'," thought Flyaway, "but I camed!"
And with that she fluttered into the pew.
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