"
The people formed a line, and, as Prudy said, "processed" behind Katie
all the way to the village.
"Is we goin' to heaven?" said the child, still bewildered. "It yunned
away and away, and all off!"
"No, you blessed baby, you are not going to heaven just yet, if we can
help it," answered Dr. Gray, leaning over Horace's shoulder to kiss
the child.
Flyaway was too tired to ask any more questions. She let first one
person carry her, and then another, sometimes holding up her swollen
thumb, and murmuring, "'Orny 'ting me--tell my mamma." And after that
she was asleep again.
Dotty Dimple, Susy, and Prudy were pacing the piazza when the party
arrived, but poor grandma was on the sofa in the parlor, quite
overcome with anxiety and fatigue, and Miss Polly Whiting was
mournfully fanning her with a black feather fan. The sound of voices
roused Mrs. Parlin. "Safe! safe!" was the cry. Dotty Dimple rushed in,
shouting, "A railroad savage found her! a railroad savage found her!"
In another moment the runaway was in her grandmother's lap.
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