"Hold up your head, little Topknot, and hear brother talk. Once there were three little girls, and they all travelled round with a wheelbarrow. By and by they came to a man's house on wheels."
"Yes," said Flyaway, starting up; "I 'member."
"And the wee girl, with dove's eyes—"
"O, O, that's me!"
"She couldn't keep still, and couldn't get any picture."
"No, tin-tybe; 'cause—'cause—"
"And all the while there was something in the man's house they kept breathing into their noses, and it made them grow sleepy."
"Just so?" asked Flyaway, sniffing.
"Yes; and by and by the little one with dove's eyes was as stupid as that woman you saw lying down in the street with the pig looking at her."
"Me? Was I a drunken?" said Flyaway, in a subdued tone.