"Don't you speak again, Percy, or I'll scream my throat right in two!"
"Girls, I advise you to let that child alone," said her cousin, with a look of supreme contempt. "Let's try Flyaway; she's a little darling. Here, Flyaway, are'n't you willing to be pinned up in a shawl if we'll give you a whole cent?"
"Course, indeed, so!" replied the little one, tossing her kitten across a chair, and into the fireplace. "But you mus' gi' me mucher'n that! Gi' me hunnerd cents!"
No answer was made to this, except to dress the child in a ruffled cap and long clothes, and pin her into a plaid shawl.
"Now cry," said Percy; "cry just as if you had soap in your eyes."
"Ee! Ee!" wailed Katie, loudly.
"No, cry weak; cry just as you did when you were a baby."
"I don't 'member when I was a baby, 'twas so many years ago," sighed Flyaway.
But she practised crying again, and succeeded very well, Dotty all the while looking on in grim displeasure.
Susy was the mamma; and when the folding-doors opened upon the scene "Cry," she was sitting in a rocking-chair, admiring her child, a remarkably well-grown baby, two months old.