Mrs. Parlin, she said, was going up the
hill, so frightened that it would make her "down sick."
When grandma got home, all out of breath, she found Flyaway looking
very downcast. Her heart was heavy under so many scoldings. "O,
Katie," said grandma, "how could you run away?"
"I didn't yun away," replied Flyaway, thrusting her finger into her
mouth; "I _walked_ away!"
"There, if that isn't a cunning baby, where'll you find one?"
whispered brother Horace to Prudy. "Grandmother can't punish her after
such a 'cute speech."
But grandmother could, and did. She took her by the little soft hand,
led her to the china closet, and locked her in.
"Half an hour you must stay there," said she, "and think what a
naughty girl you've been!"
"Yes um," said Flyaway, meekly, and wiped off a tear with the hem of
her frock.
But the moment she was left alone, her quick, observing eyes saw
something which gave her a thrill of delight. It was a jar of quince
jelly, which had been left by accident on the lower shelf.
"'Cause I spect I likes um," said she, serenely, after eating all she
possibly could.
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