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May, Sophie [pseud.], 1833-1906

"Dotty Dimple's Flyaway"

Parlin, presently, "I have taken out a
card of hooks and eyes, a flannel bandage, and a shoe-string. You may
have everything else."
Dotty caught her grandmother's arm. "Please, grandma, don't sweep 'em
into the bag; let us look some more. I've just found a big Lisle
glove; if I can find another, then Abner can go blackberrying; he says
his hands are ever so tender."
"And you thought he was in earnest," said Prudy. "While you are
looking, I'll go into the nursery and finish that holder."
Flyaway, having climbed upon the table, had rolled herself into some
mosquito netting, like a caterpillar in a cocoon. They were all so
much interested, that grandma, in the kindness of her heart, did not
like to disturb them.
"You are welcome to all the treasures you can find, but as soon as the
cake is made I shall want the table; so be quick," said she, looking
out from the pantry, where she was beating eggs.
"Yes, indeed, grandma, we'll hurry; and may we have every single thing
we like the looks of? now, honest."
"Yes, Dotty.


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