d down; so anxious were they to keep the little sleeper
safely harbored at Noddle's Island.

"Such a relief!" thought aunt Louise, venturing to look up once more.

Flyaway did not waken till the last prayer, when Horace held her fast,
lest she should make a sudden rush upon a speckled dog, which came
trotting up the aisle.

On the steps they met Ruth, with wild eyes and face tied up in a
scarf, hunting for Flyaway. Mrs. Parlin, she said, was going up the
hill, so frightened that it would make her "down sick."

When grandma got home, all out of breath, she found Flyaway looking
very downcast. Her heart was heavy under so many scoldings. "O,
Katie," said grandma, "how could you run away?"

"I didn't yun away," replied Flyaway, thrusting her finger into her
mouth; "I _walked_ away!"

"There, if that isn't a cunning baby, where'll you find one?"
whispered brother Horace to Prudy. "Grandmother can't punish her after
such a 'cute speech."

But grandmother could, and did. She took her by the little soft hand,
led her to the china closet, and locked her in.

"Half an hour you must stay there," said she, "and think what a
naughty girl you've been!"

"Yes um," said Flyaway, meekly, and wiped off a tear with the hem of
her frock.

But the moment she was left alone, her quick, observing eyes saw
something which gave her a thrill of delight. It was a jar of quince
jelly, which had been left by accident on the lower shelf.

"'Cause I spect I likes um," said she, serenely, after eating all she
possibly could.

At the end of half an hour grandma came and turned the key.

"Have you been thinking, dear, and are you sorry and ready to come
out?"

"Yes, um," replied the little culprit, with her mouth full, and
feeling very brave as long as the door was shut between her and her
jailer. "Yes, um, I've thought it all up,--defful solly. _But_ you
won't never shut me up no more, gamma Parlin!"

"Katie Clifford!" said grandma, sternly; and then she opened the door,
and faced Flyaway.

"'Cause--'cause--_'cause_," cried the little one, in great alarm; "you
won't shut me up, 'cause I won't never walk away no more, gamma
Parlin!"

Mrs. Parlin tried hard not to smile; but the mixture on Flyaway's
little face of naughtiness, jelly, and fright, was very funny to see.

The child noticed that her grandmother's brows knit as if in
displeasure, and then she remembered the jelly.

"I hasn't been a-touchin' your 'serves, gamma," sai