"
"'Minds me of--of--" remarked Flyaway; and there she fell into a brown
study, with her head swaying from side to side.
"I don't know why it is," said Prudy, "but since you spoke, this cream
toast makes me think of the rag-bag. Excuse me for being impolite,
grandma, but where _is_ the rag-bag?"
"In the back room, dear, where it always is; and you may wheel it off
to-morrow."
It had been Mrs. Parlin's custom, once or twice every summer, to allow
the children to take the large, heavy rag-bag to the store, and sell
its contents for little articles, which they divided among themselves.
Sometimes the price of the rags amounted to half or three quarters of
a dollar, and there was a regular carnival of figs, candy, and
fire-crackers.
Horace was so much older now, that he did not fancy the idea of being
seen in the street, trundling a wheelbarrow; but he went on with his
cream toast and made no remark.
CHAPTER VI.
THE RAG-BAG.
Next morning there was a loud call from the three Parlins for the
rag-bag, in which Flyaway joined, though she hardly knew the
difference between a rag-bag and a paper of pins.
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