LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY.
CHAPTER I.
THE LETTER.
Katie Clifford sat on the floor, in the sun, feeding her white mice. She had a tea-spoon and a cup of bread and milk in her hands. If she had been their own mother she could not have smiled down on the little creatures more sweetly.
"'Cause I spect they's hungry, and that's why I'm goin' to give 'em sumpin' to eat. Shut your moufs and open your eyes," said she, waving the tea-spoon, and spattering the bread and milk over their backs.
"Quee, quee," squeaked the little mice, very well pleased when a drop happened to go into their mouths.
"What are you doing there, Miss Topknot," said Horace: "O, I see; catching rats."
Flyaway frowned fearfully, and the tuft of hair atop of her head danced like a war-plume.