“Well, you needn’t laugh, but I shall. Now I’s goin’ to grandma’s, and carry my white kitty.”
“No, no, you mustn’t, you mustn’t!”
“You can’t help it! I is a goin’!”
“Flaxie! Flax-ee!”
Oh! where was Eva Snow? Would she never come? There was a sliding-door in the wall above the middle shelf, and Ninny climbed up and pushed it back. It opened into the parlor-closet, where the china dishes stood. If she could only crawl through that sliding door she might get out by way of the parlor, if she did break the dishes.
But, oh dear! it wasn’t half big enough. She could only put her head in, and part of one shoulder. What should she do?
It was of no use screaming to that witch of a Frizzle; but she did scream. She threatened to “whip her,” and “tie her,” and “box her ears,” and “burn up her dollies.”042
But Flaxie knew she wouldn’t; so she calmly pulled off her boots and put on her rubbers.
Then Ninny coaxed. She promised candy and oranges and even wedding-cake, for she forgot she hadn’t a speck of wedding-cake in the world.
But, while she was still screaming, Flaxie was out of sight and hearing. She hadn’t found her hat; but, with her new rubbers on her feet, and the blind kitty still hugged to her bosom, she was “going to grandma’s.” She ran with all her might; for what if somebody should catch her before she got there!