RUNNING AWAY TO HEAVEN.
About ten o"clock one morning, Flyaway was sitting in the little green chamber with Dotty Dimple and Jennie Vance, bathing her doll"s feet in a gla.s.s of water. Dinah had a dreadful headache, and her forehead was bandaged with a red ribbon.
"_Does_ you feel any better?" asked Flyaway, tenderly, from time to time; but Dinah had such a habit of never answering, that it was of no use to ask her any questions.
Dotty Dimple and Jennie were talking very earnestly.
"I do wish I did know where Charlie Gray is!" said Dotty, looking through the open window at a bird flying far aloft into the blue sky.
"You do know," answered Jennie, quickly; "he"s in heaven."
"Yes, of course; but so high up--O, so high up," sighed Dotty, "it makes you dizzy to think."
"Can um see we?" struck in little Flyaway, holding to Dinah"s flat nose a bottle of reviving soap suds.
"Prudy says it"s beautiful to be dead," added Dotty, without heeding the question; "beautiful to be dead."
"Shtop!" cried Flyaway; "I"s a-talkin". Does um see _we_?"
"O, I don" know, Fly Clifford; you"ll have to ask the minister."
Flyaway squeezed the water from Dinah"s ragged feet, and dropped her under the table, headache and all. Then she tipped over the goblet, and flew to the window.
"The Charlie boy likes canny seeds; I"ll send him some," said she, pinning a paper of sugared spices to the window curtain, and drawing it up by means of the ta.s.sel. "O, dear, um don"t go high enough.
Charlie won"t get "em."
"Why, what is that baby trying to do?" said Dotty Dimple.
"Charlie"s defful high up," murmured Flyaway, heaving a little sigh; "can"t get the canny seeds."
"O, what a Fly! How big do you s"pose her mind is, Jennie Vance?"
"Big as a thimble, perhaps," replied Jennie, doubtfully.
"Why, I shouldn"t think, now, "twas any larger than the head of a pin," said Dotty, with decision; "s"poses heaven is top o" this room!
Why, Jennie Vance, I _persume_ it"s ever so much further off "n Mount Blue--don"t you?"
"O, yes, indeed! What queer ideas such children do have! Flyaway doesn"t understand but very little we say, Dotty Dimple; not but very little."
Flyaway turned round with one of her wise looks. She thought she did understand; at any rate she was catching every word, and stowing it away in her little bit of a brain for safe keeping. Heaven was on Mount Blue. She had learned so much.
"But I knowed it by-fore," said she to herself, with a proud toss of the silky plume on the crown of her head.
"Shall we take her with us?" asked Jennie Vance.
Flyaway listened eagerly; she thought they were still talking of heaven, when in truth Jennie only meant a concert which was to be given that afternoon at the vestry.
"Take _that_ little snip of a child!" replied Dotty; "O, no; she isn"t big enough; "twouldn"t be any use to pay money for _her!_"
With which very cutting remark Dotty swept out of the room, in her queenly way, followed by Jennie. Flyaway threw herself across a pillow, and moaned,--
"O, dee, dee!"
Her little heart was ready to bleed; and this wasn"t the first time, either. Those great big girls were always running away from her, and calling her "goosies" and "snips;" and now they meant to climb to heaven, where Charlie was, and leave her behind.
"But I won"t stay down here in this place; I"ll go to heaven too, now, _cerdily_!" She sprang from the pillow and stood on one foot, like a strong-minded little robin that will not be trifled with by a worm.
"I"ll go too, now, cerdily."
Having made up her mind, she hurried as fast as she could, and tucked a stick of candy in her pocket, also the bottle of soap suds, and two thirds of a "curly cookie" shaped like a leaf. "Charlie would be so glad to see Fly-wer!" She purred like a contented kitten as she thought about it. ""Haps they"ve got a _bossy-cat_ up there, and a piggy, and a swing. O, my shole!"
There was no time to be lost. Flyaway must overtake the girls, and, if possible, get to heaven before they did. She flew about like a distracted b.u.t.terfly.
"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 n.o.body 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."
p.u.s.s.y 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.
n.o.body 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.
The next thing they met was a gra.s.shopper. "O, dee, a _gas-papa_!
Where you s"pose um goin"?"
Kitty winked again and Dinah sulked.