At the end of half an hour grandma came and turned the key.
"Have you been thinking, dear, and are you sorry and ready to come
out?"
"Yes, um," replied the little culprit, with her mouth full, and
feeling very brave as long as the door was shut between her and her
jailer. "Yes, um, I've thought it all up,--defful solly. _But_ you
won't never shut me up no more, gamma Parlin!"
"Katie Clifford!" said grandma, sternly; and then she opened the door,
and faced Flyaway.
"'Cause--'cause--_'cause_," cried the little one, in great alarm; "you
won't shut me up, 'cause I won't never walk away no more, gamma
Parlin!"
Mrs. Parlin tried hard not to smile; but the mixture on Flyaway's
little face of naughtiness, jelly, and fright, was very funny to see.
The child noticed that her grandmother's brows knit as if in
displeasure, and then she remembered the jelly.
"I hasn't been a-touchin' your 'serves, gamma," said she.
Mrs. Parlin really did not know what to do,--Flyaway's conscience was
_so_ little and folded away in so many thicknesses, like a tiny pearl
in a whole box of cotton wool.
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