She took her by the little soft hand, led her to the china closet, and locked her in.
"Half an hour you must stay there," said she, "and think what a naughty girl you've been!" "Yes um," said Flyaway, meekly, and wiped off a tear with the hem of her frock.
But the moment she was left alone, her quick, observing eyes saw something which gave her a thrill of delight.

It was a jar of quince jelly, which had been left by accident on the lower shelf.
"'Cause I spect I likes um," said she, serenely, after eating all she possibly could.
At the end of half an hour grandma came and turned the key.
"Have you been thinking, dear, and are you sorry and ready to come out ?" "Yes, um," replied the little culprit, with her mouth full, and feeling very brave as long as the door was shut between her and her jailer.

"Yes, um, I've thought it all up,--defful solly.

_But_ you won't never shut me up no more, gamma Parlin!" "Katie Clifford!" said grandma, sternly; and then she opened the door, and faced Flyaway.
"'Cause--'cause--_'cause_," cried the little one, in great alarm; "you won't shut me up, 'cause I won't never walk away no more, gamma Parlin!" Mrs.Parlin tried hard not to smile; but the mixture on Flyaway's little face of naughtiness, jelly, and fright, was very funny to see.
The child noticed that her grandmother's brows knit as if in displeasure, and then she remembered the jelly.
"I hasn't been a-touchin' your 'serves, gamma," said she.
Mrs.Parlin really did not know what to do,--Flyaway's conscience was _so_ little and folded away in so many thicknesses, like a tiny pearl in a whole box of cotton wool.

How could anybody get at it?
"Gamma, I hasn't been a-touchin' your 'serves," repeated the little thief.
"Ah, don't tell me that," said grandma, sadly; "I see it in your eye!" "What, gamma, the _'serves_ in my eye ?" said Flyaway, putting up her finger to find out for herself.