"Jump in, Fly,
and sit on the bag." And off moved the gay little party, "the
middle-aged sister" laughing so she could hardly push, Flyaway dancing
up and down on the rag-bag, like a humming-bird balancing itself on a
twig; Grace and Susy looking down from the "green chamber" window, and
saying to each other, with wounded family pride, "_Should_ you think
grandma would allow it?" Out in the street the young rag-merchants
were greeted by a cow lowing dismally. Flyaway, in her rustic
carriage, felt as secure as the fabled "kid on the roof of a house;"
so she called out, "Don't cry, old cow; I 'shamed o' you."
At this Prudy and Dotty laughed harder than ever.
"'Sh right up, old cow," said Flyaway, standing on her "tipsy-toes,"
and making a threatening gesture with her little arms; "'Sh right
up!--O, why don't that cow mind in a minute?"
In her earnestness the little girl pushed the bag to one side, and
Prudy and Dotty, shaking with laughter, tipped over the wheelbarrow.
No harm was done except to give Flyaway a dust-bath in her nice clean
frock.
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