he
sky.

"I'm tired out and sleepy out," wailed the young traveller, the tears
rolling over the rims of her "spetty-curls,"--"all sleepy out; and I
can't get rested 'thout--my--muvver!"

She sat down and hid her head in her black dolly's bosom.

"Diny, you got some ears? We wasn't here by-fore!"

This was all the way she had of saying she was lost.

The sky suddenly grew dark; a shower was coming up.

"Where has the bwight sun gone?" said Flyaway, with a shudder.

She was answered by a peal of thunder,--wagon-wheels, she supposed.

"Here I is!" shouted she.

Some one had come for her. Perhaps it was Charlie, and they meant to
give her a ride up to heaven. A flash of light, and then another
crash. Flyaway understood it then. It was logs. People were rolling
logs up in the sky, on the blue floor. She had seen logs in a mill.
Such a noise!

Then she dropped fast asleep, and somebody came right down out of the
clouds and gave her a peach turnover as big as a dinner basket, or so
she thought. Just as she was about to cut it, she was awakened by the
rain dripping into her eyes. She started up, exclaiming, "If you pees
um, I want some cheese um."

But the turnover had gone! Then the feeling of desolation swept over
her again. She had come to the end of the world, and dinner, and
mother, and heaven had all gone off and left her.

"O, Diny," sobbed she, turning to her unfeeling dolly for sympathy.
"I's free years old, and you's one years old. Don't you want to go to
heaven, Diny, and sit in God's lap? What a great big lap he must
have!"

A gust of wind lifted the frizzles on Dinah's forehead, but that was
all.

"O dee, dee, dee! you don't hear nuffin 't all, Diny," said
Flyaway--the only sensible remark she had made that day. It was of no
use talking to Dinah; so she began to talk to herself.

"What you matter, Flywer Clifford?" said she, scowling to keep her
courage up. "What you matter?"

And after she had said that, she cried harder than ever, and crept
under the bushes, moaning like a wounded lamb.

"I'm defful wetter, but I'm colder'n I's wetter; makes me shivvle!"

After a while the clouds had poured out all the rain there was in
them, and left the sky as clear as it was before; but by that time the
sun had gone to bed, and the little birds too, sending out their good
nights from tree to tree. Then the new moon came, and peeped over the
shoulder of a hill at Flyaway. She sprang out from the bushes l