"Well, lie still, Topknot, and don't roll towards me."
For an hour or two Fly lay gasping; then she said, softly,—
"Hollis, Hollis, is He looking now?"
"Yes, dear; but don't be afraid of the good God."
"I didn't, Hollis, if I wasn't naughty. When I'm good I'm willin' He should look."
"Naughty, Topknot?"
"Yes, Hollis; I solomon promised I wouldn't go ou' doors; but that new Miss Fixfix, she let me gwout, athout nuffin on my head, 'n' I got a awful cold."
"O, little Fly!"
"I know it, Hollis. I was defful sorry all the time. I ate ollinges, too; so for course I got the sore froat."
"I'm glad you told me, Fly; now I know what ails you. But you mustn't ever disobey again."