"Didn't you know it?" cried Katie, finding she had startled Miss
Polly. "Didn't you know you's goin' to be little, and fly in the air
just so?" throwing up her arms. "I want to go dreffully, for there's a
gold harp o' music up there, and I'll play on it: it'll be mine."
"You don't feel in a hurry to die, I hope," said Miss Polly,
anxiously.
Katie's eager face clouded. "No," said she, sorrowfully; "I want to,
but I hate to go up to God and leave my pink dress. I can't go into it
then, I'll be so little."
"You'll be just big enough to go into the pocket," laughed Dotty.
"Hush!" said Miss Polly, gravely; "you shouldn't joke upon such
serious subjects. Good by, children. Your house is full of company,
and I didn't come to stay. Here's a bag of thoroughwort I've been
picking for your grandmother; you may give it to her with my love, and
tell her my side is worse. I shall be in to-morrow."
So saying, Miss Polly went away, seeming to be wafted out of the room
on a sigh.
The high-chair was brought down from the attic for Flyaway, who sat
in it that evening at the tea-table, and smiled round upon her friends
in the most benevolent manner.
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