"Yes, I do," said Flyaway, winking hard and breathing quick in the
effort to recall the very dim and very distant past; "yes, I 'member."
"Well, what do you 'member?"
"O, once I was grindin' coffee out there in a yellow chair, and
somebody she came and put me in the sink."
"She does know--doesn't she?" said Dotty. "That was Ruthie; come out
in the kitchen and see her."
But when Flyaway first looked into Ruth's smiling face, with its black
eyes and sharp nose, she could not remember that she had ever seen it
before. Abner, too, was strange to her.
"Come here," said he, "and I can tell in a minute if you are a good
little girl."
Flyaway cast down her soft eyes, and sidled along to Abner.
"Here, touch this watch," said he, "and if you are a good little girl
it will fly open; if you are naughty it will stay shut."
Flyaway looked askance at Abner, her finger in her mouth, but dared
not touch the watch.
"Who'd 'a thought it, now?" said Abner, pretending to be shocked.
"Looks to be a nice child; but of course she isn't, or she'd come
right up and open the watch.
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