"Your body"ll all be cut off," replied Katie, making the motion of a pair of scissors with her fingers; "all be cut right straight off; there won"t be nuffin" left but just your little spirit!"
"Since you know so much, dear, how large is my spirit?"
Katie put her hand on the left side of the belt of her ap.r.o.n.
"Don"t you call that small, right under my hand a-beatin"?" said she.
""Bout"s big as a bird, Miss Polly. Little round ball for a head, little mites o" eyes; but you won"t care--you can see _just_ as well."
"It does beat all where children get such queer ideas--doesn"t it, Ruth?" said Miss Whiting.
"Didn"t you know it?" cried Katie, finding she had startled Miss Polly. "Didn"t you know you"s goin" to be little, and fly in the air just so?" throwing up her arms. "I want to go dreffully, for there"s a gold harp o" music up there, and I"ll play on it: it"ll be mine."
"You don"t feel in a hurry to die, I hope," said Miss Polly, anxiously.
Katie"s eager face clouded. "No," said she, sorrowfully; "I want to, but I hate to go up to G.o.d and leave my pink dress. I can"t go into it then, I"ll be so little."
"You"ll be just big enough to go into the pocket," laughed Dotty.
"Hush!" said Miss Polly, gravely; "you shouldn"t joke upon such serious subjects. Good by, children. Your house is full of company, and I didn"t come to stay. Here"s a bag of thoroughwort I"ve been picking for your grandmother; you may give it to her with my love, and tell her my side is worse. I shall be in to-morrow."
So saying, Miss Polly went away, seeming to be wafted out of the room on a sigh.
The high-chair was brought down from the attic for Flyaway, who sat in it that evening at the tea-table, and smiled round upon her friends in the most benevolent manner.
"I"s growing so big now, mamma," said she, coaxingly, "don"t you spect I must have some tea?"
Grandmother pleaded for the youngest, too. "Let me give her some just this once, Maria."
"Well, _white_ tea, then," returned Mrs. Clifford, smiling; "and will Flyaway remember not to ask for it again? Mamma thinks little girls should drink milk."
"Yes"m, I won"t never. She gives it to me _this_ night, "cause I"s her little _grand-girl_. Mayn"t Hollis have it too, "cause he"s her little grand-_boy_?"
"Cunning as ever, you see," whispered the admiring Horace to cousin Susy, who replied, rather indifferently,--
"No cunninger than our Prudy used to be."
Flyaway made quick work of drinking her white tea, and when she came to the last few drops she swung her cup round and round, saying,--
"Didn"t you know, Hollis, that"s the way gampa does, when _he_ gets most froo, to make it sweet?"
No, Horace had not noticed; it was "Fly, with her little eye," who saw everything, and made remarks about it.
"O, O," cried Grace, dropping her knife and fork, and patting her hands softly under the table, "isn"t it so nice to be at Willowbrook again, taking supper together? Doesn"t it remind you of pleasant things, Susy, to eat grandma"s cream toast?"
"Reminds me," said Susy, after reflecting, "of jumping on the hay."
""Minds me of--of--" remarked Flyaway; and there she fell into a brown study, with her head swaying from side to side.
"I don"t know why it is," said Prudy, "but since you spoke, this cream toast makes me think of the rag-bag. Excuse me for being impolite, grandma, but where _is_ the rag-bag?"
"In the back room, dear, where it always is; and you may wheel it off to-morrow."
It had been Mrs. Parlin"s custom, once or twice every summer, to allow the children to take the large, heavy rag-bag to the store, and sell its contents for little articles, which they divided among themselves.
Sometimes the price of the rags amounted to half or three quarters of a dollar, and there was a regular carnival of figs, candy, and fire-crackers.
Horace was so much older now, that he did not fancy the idea of being seen in the street, trundling a wheelbarrow; but he went on with his cream toast and made no remark.
CHAPTER VI.
THE RAG-BAG.
Next morning there was a loud call from the three Parlins for the rag-bag, in which Flyaway joined, though she hardly knew the difference between a rag-bag and a paper of pins.
"I wish you to understand, girls," said Horace, flourishing his hat, "that I"m not going to cart round any such trash for you this summer."
"Now, Horace!"
"You know, Gracie, you belong to a Girls" Rights" Society. Do you suppose I want to interfere with your privileges?"
"Why, Horace Clifford, you wouldn"t see your own sister trundling a wheelbarrow?"
"O, no; I shan"t be there," said Horace, coolly; "I shan"t see you. I promised to weed the verbena bed for your aunt Louise. Good by, girls.
Success to the rag-bag!"
"Let"s catch him!" cried Susy, darting after her ungallant cousin; but he ran so fast, and flourished his garden hoe so recklessly, that she gave up the chase.
"Let him go," said Grace, with a fine-lady air: "who cares about rag-bags? We"ve outgrown that sort of thing, you and I, Susy; let the little girls have our share."
"Yes, to be sure," replied Susy, faintly, though not without a pang, for she still retained a childish fondness for jujube paste, and was not allowed a great abundance of pocket-money. "Yes, to be sure, let the _little_ girls have our share."
"Then may we three youngest have the whole rag-bag?" said Prudy, brightly. "Dotty, you and I will trundle the wheelbarrow, and Fly shall go behind."
"What an idea!" exclaimed Grace. "I"ve seen little beggar children drawing a dog-cart. Grandma"ll never allow such a thing."
"Indeed I will," said grandma, tying on her checked ap.r.o.n. "Dog-carts or wheel-barrows, so they only take care not to be rude. In a city it is different."
"Yes, grandma," said Dotty, twisting her front hair joyfully; "but here in the country they want little girls to have good times--don"t they? Why don"t everybody move into the country, do you s"pose? Lots of bare spots round here,--nothing on "em but cows."
"Yes, nuffin" but gampa"s cows," chimed in Flyaway, twisting _her_ front hair.
"Louisa," said Mrs. Parlin, "you may help me about this loaf of "Maine plum cake," and while you are beating the b.u.t.ter and sugar I will look over the rag-bag. Dotty, please run for my spectacles."
When Dotty returned with the spectacles, Jennie Vance came with her, pouting a little at the cool reception she had met, and thinking Miss Dimple hardly polite because she was too much interested in an old rag-bag to pay proper attention to visitors.
"Grandma, what makes you pick over these rags? We can take them just as they are."