"I camed from heaven," said the child, with one of her wise looks.
"Beats all, don't she?" cried Mr. Brooks, admiringly. "Looks like an angel, I declare for't. Did you just drop down out of the sky?"
"No, sir," answered Flyaway, folding her little hands as if she were saying her prayers; "I camed down when I was a baby."
'I Camed Down when I Was a Baby.'
"That's what makes your hair so goldy," said Bennie. "Mother, did you ever see such eyes? Say, did you ever? So soft, and kinder shiny, too."
"Children, don't stare at her; it makes her uneasy."
"I can't stare at her," said Maria, bitterly. "I suppose you don't mean me, mother."
Mrs. Brooks only answered her poor daughter by a kiss.