"
"But it isn't, little sister, and the worst of it is, we've got to
take it to the photograph saloon; it's so far home and back again."
"Got to take the ole _wheelbarrel_ every single where we go," pouted
Flyaway, as drearily as either of her cousins.
"You needn't mind it, though," said Dotty, giving the one-wheeled
coach a hard push; "a little girl that's going visiting, and have
succotash for dinner."
"I didn't know I was. O, I _am_ so glad! What is it!"
"Corn and beans. Aunt Martha's girl is the best cook,--makes cherry
pudding. Dear, dear, dear! Wish I was in Portland; see 'f I wouldn't
go to Tate Penny's, and have some salmon and ice-cream!"
Down the beautiful shaded street walked the three little rag-pedlers;
and it did seem as if they were met by all the people in town, from
the minister down to the barefoot boys going fishing. At last they
arrived at the house on wheels.
"Now I'll tell you, Fly, what we're going to do," said Prudy. "Dotty
and I want to have our tin-types taken, to give to grandma, as a
pleasant surprise.
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