"She sawed me the whole time; she ought to sended me in," thought Fly, dancing up and down to shake off the snow. "Twasn't me was naughty; 'twas the rest the folks. They didn't pay no 'tention where I went to."
But though she pretended to herself that she had done no wrong, she did not wish to be found out, and crept very softly up stairs, even as far as the cupola, and looked out of the windows with all her might.
"Cold room up here, athout no fire," thought she, by and by, with a shiver; and just then she heard the girls calling.
"Here I is," a voice replied, far up the height; and down ran Fly in a trice.
"You haven't been 'up attic' all this time, Topknot?"
"Well, you ought to paid 'tention where I's going to," returned Fly, sharply. "Nobody knows what I'll do next—auntie said there didn't!"
Horace laughed. "Come, fix her up, girls; she's my baby."
"I thought you were the 'Man in the Moon,'" said Mother Hubbard, "and he isn't married."
"I've been a widower some time," sighed Horace, laying his hand on the left pocket of his blue swallow-tail coat.
His costume was as droll as the girls'; for Uncle Augustus, who had figured the week before in some private tableaux, had a full Brother Jonathan suit.