“Where are you, Lucy?”
“Up here,” she answered.
“Up where?”
“Up in the sky.”
He looked again, and beheld his little sister sitting high on the limb of a tall cypress-tree. How had she got there? Jimmy was startled; for it was all of a quarter of a minute before he saw Mr. Henry Sanford, who had hidden, laughing, behind the tree. The young man had raised Lucy to her lofty seat, and was now standing guard over her.
“You never knew your little sister had wings, did you, Jimmy-boy?” said he.
“I’ll have ’em when I go up to heaven,” cried Lucy, “and I’ll fly this way!” spreading out her little skirts, and waving her arms above her head.
It was well that Mr. Sanford was there to catch her before she fell.
“There! I wanted to get down awf’ly!” she cried, as she landed on the grass. “I fink that pie is done.”