What made you get up here."
"'Cause," replied Flyaway, seizing the kitty by the tail, and
thrusting her into a cabbage-net, "'cause I fought best."
"But you must get right down, this minute."
"No," said Flyaway, shaking her head-dress of white fringe with great
solemnity; "I isn't goin' to get down."
"Ah, but you must."
Flyaway opened and shut her eyes slowly, in token of deep displeasure.
"I don't never 'low little girls to scold to me," said she. "You'd
better call grandma; 'haps _she_ can make me get down."
But it was not Jennie's purpose to wait for that; she seized the
little one roughly by the arms, pulled her from the table, and hurried
her into the parlor.
Flyaway was indignant. "Does you--feel happy?" said she, with a
reproachful glance at Jennie.
"There, look out of the window, Flyaway, darling, and watch to see if
Horace isn't coming in from the garden."
"Can't Hollis come, 'thout me watching him?" returned Flyaway, winking
slowly again, for her sweet little soul was stirred with wrath.
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