How could anybody get at it?
"Gamma, I hasn't been a-touchin' your 'serves," repeated the little
thief.
"Ah, don't tell me that," said grandma, sadly; "I see it in your eye!"
"What, gamma, the _'serves_ in my eye?" said Flyaway, putting up her
finger to find out for herself. "'Cause I put 'em in my _mouf_, I
did."
Mrs. Parlin washed the little pilferer's face and hands, took her in
her lap, and tried to feel her way through the cotton wool to the tiny
conscience.
The child looked up and listened to all the good words, and when they
had been spoken over and over, this was what she said:--
"O, gamma, you's got such pitty little wrinkles!"
CHAPTER III.
RUNNING AWAY TO HEAVEN.
About ten o'clock one morning, Flyaway was sitting in the little green
chamber with Dotty Dimple and Jennie Vance, bathing her doll's feet in
a glass of water. Dinah had a dreadful headache, and her forehead was
bandaged with a red ribbon.
"_Does_ you feel any better?" asked Flyaway, tenderly, from time to
time; but Dinah had such a habit of never answering, that it was of no
use to ask her any questions.
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