But just at that minute she had reached the top of the stairs, and was standing in the doorway.
"O, my shole! so _many_ folks!"
She trembled, and was about to run away with her newspaper and cane; but her eyes, in roving wildly about, fell upon grandpa Parlin and all the rest of them, in a pew very near the pulpit. Then she thought it must be all right, and, taking courage, she marched slowly up the aisle, swinging the cane right and left.
Everybody looked up in surprise as the droll little figure crept by.
Grandpa frowned through his spectacles, and aunt Louise shook her head; but Horace hid his face in a hymn-book and Dotty Dimple actually smiled.
"They didn"t know _I_ was a-comin"," thought Flyaway, "but I camed!"
And with that she fluttered into the pew.
"Naughty, naughty girl," said aunt Louise, in an awful whisper.
She longed to take up the morsel of naughtiness, called Katie, in her thumb and finger, shake it, and carry it out. But there was a twinkle in the little one"s eye that might mean mischief; she did not dare touch her.
"O, what a child!" said aunt Louise, taking off the big hat and setting Flyaway down on the seat as hard as she could.
Flyaway looked up, through her veil of flossy hair, at her pretty auntie with the roses round her face.
"n.o.body didn"t take "are o" me to my house," said she, in a loud whisper, "and _that"s_ what is it!"
"Hush!" said aunt Louise, giving Flyaway another shake, which frightened her so that she dropped her head on her brother"s shoulder, and sat perfectly still for half a minute.
Aunt Louise was sadly mortified, and so were Susy and Prudy. They dared not look up, for they thought everybody was gazing straight at the Parlin pew, and laughing at their crazy little relative. Horace and Dotty Dimple did not care in the least; they thought it very funny.
"They shan"t scold at my cunning little Topknot," whispered Horace, consolingly. "Sit still, darling, and when we get home I"ll give you a cent."
"Yes um, I will," replied poor brow-beaten Flyaway, and held up her head again with the best of them. Perhaps she had been naughty; perhaps folks were going to snip her fingers; but "Hollis" was on her side now and forever. She began to feel quite contented. She had got inside the church at last, and was very well pleased with it. It was even queerer than she had expected.
"What was that high-up thing the prayer-man was a-standin" on?"
Flyaway merely asked this of her own wise little brain. She concluded it must be "a chimley."
"Great red curtains ahind him," added she, still conversing with her own little brain. "Lots o" great big bubbles on the walls all round.
Big"s a tea-kiddle! Lamps, I s"pose. There"s that table. Where"s the cups and saucers for the supper? And the tea-pot?
"All the bodies everywhere had their bonnets on; why for? Didn"t say a word, and the prayer-man kep" a-talkin" all the time; why for? Flywer didn"t talk; no indeed. Folks mus"n"t. If folks did, then the man would come down out the chimley and tell the other bodies to carry "em home. "Cause it"s the holy Sabber-day,--and _that"s_ what is it."
Flyaway"s airy brain went dancing round and round. She slid away from Horace"s shoulder, spread her little length upon the seat, closed her wondering, tired eyes, and sailed off to Noddle"s Island. A fly, buzzing in from out doors, had long been trying to settle on Flyaway"s restless nose. He never did settle: Horace kept guard with a palm-leaf fan, and "all the other bodies" in the pew sat as still as if they had been nailed 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," said she.
Mrs. Parlin really did not know what to do,--Flyaway"s conscience was _so_ little and folded away in so many thicknesses, like a tiny pearl in a whole box of cotton wool. How could anybody get at it?
"Gamma, I hasn"t been a-touchin" your "serves," repeated the little thief.
"Ah, don"t tell me that," said grandma, sadly; "I see it in your eye!"
"What, gamma, the _"serves_ in my eye?" said Flyaway, putting up her finger to find out for herself. ""Cause I put "em in my _mouf_, I did."
Mrs. Parlin washed the little pilferer"s face and hands, took her in her lap, and tried to feel her way through the cotton wool to the tiny conscience.
The child looked up and listened to all the good words, 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.