"I wouldn't
eat gampa's corn for anything in this world," said she,--"'thout it's
popped! 'Cause I don't like it."
Miss Polly laughed quite merrily.
"There," said she, "I've dropped a stitch in my side; it never agrees
with me to laugh. I must be going right home, too; but there is one
thing more I want to ask you, Katie; do you remember how you ran away,
one day, and frightened the whole house, trying to climb up to
heaven?"
Katie's face was blank; she had forgotten the journey.
"You passed Jennie Vance and me in the Pines," said Dotty, "and went
deep into the woods, and a bee stung you."
"O, now I 'member," said Katie, suddenly. "I 'member the bee as plain
as 'tever 'twas!" And she curled her lip with contempt for that small
Flyaway, of long ago--that silly baby who had thought heaven was on a
hill.
"_I_ went up on a ladder when I was three years old," said Prudy.
"Did you?" said Flyaway. This was a consolation. "Well, I was three
years old, too; I didn't know 'bout angels--didn't know they had to
have wings on.
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