Charlie won't get 'em."
"Why, what is that baby trying to do?" said Dotty Dimple.
"Charlie's defful high up," murmured Flyaway, heaving a little sigh;
"can't get the canny seeds."
"O, what a Fly! How big do you s'pose her mind is, Jennie Vance?"
"Big as a thimble, perhaps," replied Jennie, doubtfully.
"Why, I shouldn't think, now, 'twas any larger than the head of a
pin," said Dotty, with decision; "s'poses heaven is top o' this room!
Why, Jennie Vance, I _persume_ it's ever so much further off 'n Mount
Blue--don't you?"
"O, yes, indeed! What queer ideas such children do have! Flyaway
doesn't understand but very little we say, Dotty Dimple; not but very
little."
Flyaway turned round with one of her wise looks. She thought she did
understand; at any rate she was catching every word, and stowing it
away in her little bit of a brain for safe keeping. Heaven was on
Mount Blue. She had learned so much.
"But I knowed it by-fore," said she to herself, with a proud toss of
the silky plume on the crown of her head.
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