Just fancy it! Begging food at people’s houses! Yet her mamma had tried to teach her good manners, little as you may think it.
“I don’t believe she has had any supper. It must be she is running away,” said the bridge-man’s wife, as Flaxie left her door. “I ought to have stopped her; but somebody will, of course.”
But nobody did. People only laughed at her kitty, and then passed on.
Soon the sun set, and the new moon shone white against the blue sky. Flaxie had often seen the moon, but it looked larger and rounder than this. What ailed it now?
“Oh, I know,” said she, “God has doubled it up.”
She had changed her mind, and did not want to go to her grandmother’s.
“Mr. Pratt fought I was bare-headed, and grandma’ll fink I’m bare-headed. Guess I won’t go to g’andma’s, kitty, I’ll go to preach-man’s house; preach-man will want to see you.”
On she went till she came to the church. Then she sat down on the big steps, dreadfully tired.
“Oh, my yubbers ache so! Now go s’eep, Kitty; and when you want to wake up, call me, and I’ll wake you.”047
This was the last Flaxie remembered. When the postmaster found her, she was sitting up, fast asleep, with her little tow head against the door, and the kitty in her arms. The kitty was still alive.