"Yes, we does," said she; "but you musn't scwatch the Charlie boy;" and she tucked the "tinty folks" under her left arm. Then all was ready, and the little pilgrim started for heaven.
"Um's on the toppest hill," said she, looking at the far-off mountains, reaching up against the blue sky. One mountain was much higher than the others, and on that she fixed her eye. It was Mount Blue, and was really twenty miles away. If Flyaway should ever reach that cloud-capped peak, it was not her wee, wee feet which would carry her there. But the baby had no idea of distances. She went out of the yard as fast as the big boots would allow. She felt as brave as a little fly trying to walk the whole length of the Chinese Wall.
Where were Dotty Dimple and Jennie Vance? O, they were half way to heaven by this time; she must "hurry quick."
The fact was, they were "up in the Pines," picking strawberries. Nobody saw Flyaway but a caterpillar.
"O, my shole! there's a catty-pillow—what he want, you fink?"
Kitty winked and Dinah sulked, but there was no reply.
The next thing they met was a grasshopper. "O, dee, a gas-papa! Where you s'pose um goin'?"
Kitty winked again and Dinah sulked.
Flyaway answered her own question. "Diny, dat worm gone see his mamma."
Dinah did not care anything about the family feelings of the "worms;" so she kept her red silk mouth shut; but she grew very heavy—so heavy, indeed, that once her little mother dropped her in the sand, but picking her up, shook her and trudged on. Presently she dropped something else, and this time it was the kitty. Flyaway turned about in dismay.