Flaxie went; but, as for lying still, that wasn't in the bargain. "Water! water!" called she, when snugly tucked in. "Please bring me some water, Preston, or I shall dry to death."
Preston had seated himself at his work, and copied off in staring letters about three lines:—
"APPLES."
"Apples is the most frout always yoused. Apples is said to grow in almost any country."
His arm ached already.
"There," said he, carrying Flaxie a mug of water. "And you just lie still, little sister. If you speak again, it will cost you a pin-wheel."
Then he went on, with great labor.
"In some climates it is so warm it is said they have been discovered by the crab-apples; they was some men got the seed from the crab-apple, and planted it."
"Pres-tun!" cried Flaxie again. "You may take one pin-wheel. I've got to speak, 'cause it unsleeps me not to have you come to bed. Just one pin-wheel. So, there!"