"Naughty, naughty girl," said aunt Louise, in an awful whisper.
She longed to take up the morsel of naughtiness, called Katie, in her
thumb and finger, shake it, and carry it out. But there was a twinkle
in the little one's eye that might mean mischief; she did not dare
touch her.
"O, what a child!" said aunt Louise, taking off the big hat and
setting Flyaway down on the seat as hard as she could.
Flyaway looked up, through her veil of flossy hair, at her pretty
auntie with the roses round her face.
"Nobody didn't take 'are o' me to my house," said she, in a loud
whisper, "and _that's_ what is it!"
"Hush!" said aunt Louise, giving Flyaway another shake, which
frightened her so that she dropped her head on her brother's shoulder,
and sat perfectly still for half a minute.
Aunt Louise was sadly mortified, and so were Susy and Prudy. They
dared not look up, for they thought everybody was gazing straight at
the Parlin pew, and laughing at their crazy little relative. Horace
and Dotty Dimple did not care in the least; they thought it very
funny.
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