"Yes, um; she's a goody girl—when I 'member to pray her!"
"Well, dear, I wouldn't 'pray her' any more. It makes us laugh to see such a droll sight, and nobody wishes to laugh when you are talking to your Father in heaven."
"No'm," replied Flyaway, winking her eyes solemnly.
But when the "three abed" had been tucked in and kissed, Fly called her auntie back to ask, "How can Flipperty grow up a goody girl athout she says her prayers?"
There was such a mixture of play and earnestness in the child's eyes, that auntie had to turn away her face before she could answer seriously.
"Why, little girls can think and feel you know; but with dollies it is different. Now, good night, pet; you won't have beautiful dreams, if you talk any more."
CHAPTER IV.
"TAKING OUR AIRS."
Flyaway awoke singing, and sprang up in bed, saying,—