Dotty Dimple and Jennie were talking very earnestly.
"I do wish I did know where Charlie Gray is!" said Dotty, looking
through the open window at a bird flying far aloft into the blue sky.
"You do know," answered Jennie, quickly; "he's in heaven."
"Yes, of course; but so high up--O, so high up," sighed Dotty, "it
makes you dizzy to think."
"Can um see we?" struck in little Flyaway, holding to Dinah's flat
nose a bottle of reviving soap suds.
"Prudy says it's beautiful to be dead," added Dotty, without heeding
the question; "beautiful to be dead."
"Shtop!" cried Flyaway; "I's a-talkin'. Does um see _we_?"
"O, I don' know, Fly Clifford; you'll have to ask the minister."
Flyaway squeezed the water from Dinah's ragged feet, and dropped her
under the table, headache and all. Then she tipped over the goblet,
and flew to the window.
"The Charlie boy likes canny seeds; I'll send him some," said she,
pinning a paper of sugared spices to the window curtain, and drawing
it up by means of the tassel. "O, dear, um don't go high enough.
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