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May, Sophie [pseud.], 1833-1906

"Dotty Dimple's Flyaway"

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"Why, Miss Polly, I didn't know you could _buy_ time!"
"But you knew you could throw it away, I suppose," said Polly, with a
sad smile. "What I mean is this: I wanted to pay Mrs. Potter some
money, so I could go free before I was eighteen."
"Then you would be _unbound_, aunt Polly."
"Yes; but one day Isaac found my money,--I kept it in an old
tobacco-box,--and, just to hector me, he kept tossing it up in the
air, till all of a sudden it fell through a crack in the floor; and
that was the last I saw of it."
[Illustration: "HERE HE IS!"]
"What a naughty, careless boy!"
After Dotty had said this, she blushed.
"Naughty, careless boy!" echoed Flyaway. "Here he is!" holding up a
paper doll shaped very much like a whale, with the fin divided for
legs, the ears of a cat, and the arms of a windmill. "Here he is!"
"He didn't look much like that," said Polly, laughing. "He had plenty
of money of his own, and I tried to make him give me back a quarter;
but do you believe he wouldn't, not even a ninepence? And when I
teased him, that was the time he bit my arm.


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