ie."

"Let me do some help," said the little one, catching hold of the handle,
and making the pail much heavier. Dotty endured the weight as long as
she could; then, gently pushing off the "little hindering" hand, she
said,--

"And now, as we go along, we might as well be playing, Flyaway."

"Fwhat?"

"Playing a play, dear. We'll make believe you're the queen with a gold
crown on your head."

Katie put her hand to her forehead.

"O, no, dear; you haven't anything on your head now but the
broadest-brimmedest kind of a hat; we'll _call_ it a crown. And I'm the
king that's married to you."

"O, yes, mallied."

"And we're going--going--"

"Rouspin," suggested Flyaway.

"No; great people like us don't go raspberrying. Sit down here, Queenie,
under this acorn tree, and I'll tell you; we're going to the castle."

"O, yes, the cassil?"

"Where we keep our throne, dear, and our gold dresses."

"Does we have any gold dollies to the cassil?"

"O, yes, Queenie; all sizes."

"Does we have," continued Flyaway, winking slowly, "does we have--dip
toast?"

"Why, Queenie, what should we want of that? Yes, we can have dip toast,
I s'pose; the girl can make it on the gold stove, with a silver
pie-knife. But we shall have nicer things than ever you saw."

"Nicer than turnipers?"

"Pshaw! turnovers are nothing, Queenie; we shall give them to the piggy.
We shall live on wedding cake and strawberries. Tea and coffee, and such
low things, we shall give to ducks. O, what ducks they will be! They
will sing tunes such as canaries don't know how. We'll give them our tea
and coffee, and we'll drink--what d'ye call it? O, here's some."

Dotty took up the pail.

"You see how white it is; sugar frosting in it. Drink a little, it's so
nice."

"It tastes just like moolly cow's milk," said Flyaway, wiping her lips
with her finger.

"No," said Dotty, helping herself; "it's nectar; that's what Susy says
they drink; now I remember."

"Stop!" said a small voice in the ear of Dotty's spirit; "that is what I
should call taking other people's things."

"Poh!" said Dotty, sipping again; "it's grandpa's cow. When Jennie Vance
takes cake, it's wicked, because--because it is. This is only play, you
know."

Dotty took another draught.

"Come, Queenie," said she, "let's be going to the castle."

Katie sprang up so suddenly that she fell forward on her nose, and said
her foot was "dizzy." It had been taking a short nap as she sat o