"Fly is killed--she is killed!" cried Dotty; but Jennie had presence
of mind enough to tuck the bills into the neck of her dress.
"Don't you tell anybody a word about it, Dotty. If you tell I'll do
something awful to you. Do you hear?"
Dotty heard, but did not answer. The fate of her cousin Flyaway seemed
more important to her just then than all the bank-bills in the world.
CHAPTER VII.
THE WICKED GIRL.
Flyaway had only been climbing the outside of the staircase, and would
have done very well, if some one had not rung the door-bell, and
startled her so that she fell from the very top stair to the floor. It
was feared, at first, that several bones were broken and her intellect
injured for life; but after crying fifteen minutes, she seemed to feel
nearly as well as before.
"If ever a child was made of thistle-down it is Flyaway Clifford,"
said aunt Louise.
Still it was not thought best for her to fatigue herself that day by
selling rags, and the wheelbarrow enterprise was put off until the
next morning.
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