He never did settle: Horace kept guard with a palm-leaf fan, and "all the other bodies" in the pew sat as still as if they had been nailed down; so anxious were they to keep the little sleeper safely harbored at Noddle's Island.
"Such a relief!" thought aunt Louise, venturing to look up once more.
Flyaway did not waken till the last prayer, when Horace held her fast, lest she should make a sudden rush upon a speckled dog, which came trotting up the aisle.
On the steps they met Ruth, with wild eyes and face tied up in a scarf, hunting for Flyaway.

Mrs.Parlin, she said, was going up the hill, so frightened that it would make her "down sick." When grandma got home, all out of breath, she found Flyaway looking very downcast.

Her heart was heavy under so many scoldings.

"O, Katie," said grandma, "how could you run away ?" "I didn't yun away," replied Flyaway, thrusting her finger into her mouth; "I _walked_ away!" "There, if that isn't a cunning baby, where'll you find one ?" whispered brother Horace to Prudy.

"Grandmother can't punish her after such a 'cute speech." But grandmother could, and did.