I wonder, by the way, if there wasn't something in the air of the
saloon which made the children all so languid?"
"Why, yes, Maria; very likely it was the ether. Now you speak of it, I
am confident it must have been the ether."
"I knew just such an instance before," said Mrs. Clifford; "and that
is why I happened to think of it now."
About four o'clock Flyaway came to her senses.
"Where's the wheelbarrel?" said she, rubbing her eyes.
"O, Horace came and took it," said Dotty. "Hasn't this been the
queerest day!"
"You said you's goin' to take me to aunt Marfie's; why didn't you?"
"O, we did; we took you, you know."
"Dotty Dimpul, I shouldn't think you'd make any believe."
"I'm not 'making any believe'--am I, Prudy?"
"No, Fly, she isn't. We pulled you along,--don't you remember?--and
you hung back, and said, 'I _am_ so tired.'"
"I don't 'member," said Flyaway, slowly and sadly. "I shouldn't think
_you'd_ make any believe, Prudy."
"We'll ask your mamma, then; she tells the truth. Aunt 'Riah, didn't
we take Flyaway to aunt Martha's this morning, and didn't you go there
too?"
"Certainly," said Mrs.
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