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and when they
had been spoken over and over, this was what she said:--
"O, gamma, you's got such pitty little wrinkles!"
CHAPTER III.
RUNNING AWAY TO HEAVEN.
About ten o'clock one morning, Flyaway was sitting in the little green
chamber with Dotty Dimple and Jennie Vance, bathing her doll's feet in
a glass of water. Dinah had a dreadful headache, and her forehead was
bandaged with a red ribbon.
"Does you feel any better?" asked Flyaway, tenderly, from time to time;
but Dinah had such a habit of never answering, that it was of no use to
ask her any questions.
Dotty Dimple and Jennie were talking very earnestly.
"I do wish I did know where Charlie Gray is!" said Dotty, looking
through the open window at a bird flying far aloft into the blue sky.
"You do know," answered Jennie, quickly; "he's in heaven."
"Yes, of course; but so high up--O, so high up," sighed Dotty, "it makes
you dizzy to think."

"Can um see we?" struck in little Flyaway, holding to Dinah's flat nose
a bottle of reviving soap suds.
"Prudy says it's beautiful to be dead," added Dotty, without heeding the
question; "beautiful to be dead."
"Shtop!" cried Flyaway; "I's a-talkin'. Does um see we?"
"O, I don' know, Fly Clifford; you'll have to ask the minister."
Flyaway squeezed the water from Dinah's ragged feet, and dropped her
under the table, headache and all. Then she tipped over the goblet, and
flew to the window.
"The Charlie boy likes canny seeds; I'll send him some," said she,
pinning a paper of sugared spices to the window curtain, and drawing it
up by means of the tassel. "O, dear, um don't go high enough. Charlie
won't get 'em."
"Why, what is that baby trying to do?" said Dotty Dimple.
"Charlie's defful high up," murmured Flyaway, heaving a little sigh;
"can't get the canny seeds."
"O, what a Fly! How big do you s'pose her mind is, Jennie Vance?"
"Big as a thimble, perhaps," replied Jennie, doubtfully.
"Why, I shouldn't think, now, 'twas any larger than the head of a pin,"
said Dotty, with decision; "s'poses heaven is top o' this room! Why,
Jennie Vance, I persume it's ever so much further off 'n Mount
Blue--don't you?"
"O, yes, indeed! What queer ideas such children do have! Flyaway
doesn't understand but very little we say, Dotty Dimple; not but very
little."
Flyaway turned round with one of her wise looks. She thought she did
understand; at any rate she was catching every word, and stowing it

away in her little bit of a brain for safe keeping. Heaven was on Mount
Blue. She had learned so much.
"But I knowed it by-fore," said she to herself, with a proud toss of the
silky plume on the crown of her head.
"Shall we take her with us?" asked Jennie Vance.
Flyaway listened eagerly; she thought they were still talking of heaven,
when in truth Jennie only meant a concert which was to be given that
afternoon at the vestry.
"Take that little snip of a child!" replied Dotty; "O, no; she isn't big
enough; 'twouldn't be any use to pay money for her!"
With which very cutting remark Dotty swept out of the room, in her
queenly way, followed by Jennie. Flyaway threw herself across a
pillow, and moaned,--
"O, dee, dee!"
Her little heart was ready to bleed; and this wasn't the first time, either.
Those great big girls were always running away from her, and calling
her "goosies" and "snips;" and now they meant to climb to heaven,
where Charlie was, and leave her behind.
"But I won't stay down here in this place; I'll go to heaven too, now,
cerdily!" She sprang from the pillow and stood on one foot, like a
strong-minded little robin that will not be trifled with by a worm. "I'll
go too, now, cerdily."
Having made up her mind, she hurried as fast as she could, and tucked
a stick of candy in her pocket, also the bottle of soap suds, and two
thirds of a "curly cookie" shaped like a leaf. "Charlie would be so glad
to see Fly-wer!" She purred like a contented kitten as she thought about
it. "'Haps they've got a bossy-cat up there, and a piggy, and a swing. O,
my shole!"

There was no time to be lost. Flyaway must overtake the girls, and, if
possible, get to heaven before they did. She flew about like a distracted
butterfly.
"I must have some skipt; her said me's too little to pay for money;" and
she curled her pretty red lip; "but I'm isn't much little; man'll want some
skipt."
For she fancied somebody standing at the door of heaven holding out
his hand like the ticket-man at the