"Charlie would be so
glad to see Fly-wer!" She purred like a contented kitten as she
thought about it. "'Haps they've got a _bossy-cat_ up there, and a
piggy, and a swing. O, my shole!"
There was no time to be lost. Flyaway must overtake the girls, and, if
possible, get to heaven before they did. She flew about like a
distracted butterfly.
"I must have some skipt; her said me's too little to pay for money;"
and she curled her pretty red lip; "but I'm isn't much little; man'll
_want_ some skipt."
For she fancied somebody standing at the door of heaven holding out
his hand like the ticket-man at the depot. She found her mother's
purse in the writing-desk, and scattered its contents into the
wash-bowl, then picked out the wettest "skipt," a five-dollar bill,
and tucked it into her bosom. This would make it all right at the door
of heaven.
"Now my spetty-curls," she added, hunting in the "uppest drawer" till
she found the eyeless spectacles used for playing "old lady." With
these on, Flyaway thought she could see the way a great deal better.
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