bout 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 depot. She found her mother's
purse in the writing-desk, and scattered its contents into the
wash-bowl, then picked out the wettest "skipt," a five-dollar bill,
and tucked it into her bosom. This would make it all right at the door
of heaven.

"Now my spetty-curls," she added, hunting in the "uppest drawer" till
she found the eyeless spectacles used for playing "old lady." With
these on, Flyaway thought she could see the way a great deal better.
Horace's boots would help her up hill; so she jumped into those, and
clattered down the back stairs with Dinah under her arm.

There was nobody in the kitchen, for Ruthie was down cellar sweeping.
Flyaway caught her shaker off the "short nail," and stole out without
being seen. Sitting in the sun on the piazza was the "blue" kittie.
"Finkin' 'bout a mouse, I spect," said little Flyaway, seizing her and
blowing open her eyes like a couple of rosebuds.

"Does you know where I's a-goin'? Up to heaven. We don't let tinty
folks, like cats, go to heaven."

Pussy winked sorrowfully at this, and baby's tender heart was touched.

"Yes, we does," said she; "but you musn't scwatch the Charlie boy;"
and she tucked the "tinty folks" under her left arm. Then all was
ready, and the little pilgrim started for heaven.

"Um's on the toppest hill," said she, looking at the far-off
mountains, reaching up against the blue sky. One mountain was much
higher than the others, and on that she fixed her eye. It was Mount
Blue, and was really twenty miles away. If Flyaway should ever reach
that cloud-capped peak, it was not her wee, wee feet which would carry
her there. But the baby had no idea of distances. She went out of the
yard as fast as the big boots would allow. She felt as brave as a
little fly trying to walk the whole length of the Chinese Wall.

Where were Dotty Dimple and Jennie Vance? O, they were half way to
heaven by this time; she must "hurry quick."

The fact was, they were "up in the Pines," picking strawberries.
Nobody saw Flyaway but a caterpillar.

"O, my shole! there's a _catty-pillow_--what he want, you fink?"

Kitty winked and Dinah sulked, but there was no reply.

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