CHAPTER III.
RUNNING AWAY TO HEAVEN.
About ten o'clock one morning, Flyaway was sitting in the little green chamber with Dotty Dimple and Jennie Vance, bathing her doll's feet in a glass of water.

Dinah had a dreadful headache, and her forehead was bandaged with a red ribbon.
"_Does_ you feel any better ?" asked Flyaway, tenderly, from time to time; but Dinah had such a habit of never answering, that it was of no use to ask her any questions.
Dotty Dimple and Jennie were talking very earnestly.
"I do wish I did know where Charlie Gray is!" said Dotty, looking through the open window at a bird flying far aloft into the blue sky.
"You do know," answered Jennie, quickly; "he's in heaven." "Yes, of course; but so high up--O, so high up," sighed Dotty, "it makes you dizzy to think." "Can um see we ?" struck in little Flyaway, holding to Dinah's flat nose a bottle of reviving soap suds.
"Prudy says it's beautiful to be dead," added Dotty, without heeding the question; "beautiful to be dead." "Shtop!" cried Flyaway; "I's a-talkin'.

Does um see _we_ ?" "O, I don' know, Fly Clifford; you'll have to ask the minister." Flyaway squeezed the water from Dinah's ragged feet, and dropped her under the table, headache and all.

Then she tipped over the goblet, and flew to the window.
"The Charlie boy likes canny seeds; I'll send him some," said she, pinning a paper of sugared spices to the window curtain, and drawing it up by means of the tassel.

"O, dear, um don't go high enough.
Charlie won't get 'em." "Why, what is that baby trying to do ?" said Dotty Dimple.
"Charlie's defful high up," murmured Flyaway, heaving a little sigh; "can't get the canny seeds." "O, what a Fly! How big do you s'pose her mind is, Jennie Vance ?" "Big as a thimble, perhaps," replied Jennie, doubtfully.
"Why, I shouldn't think, now, 'twas any larger than the head of a pin," said Dotty, with decision; "s'poses heaven is top o' this room! Why, Jennie Vance, I _persume_ it's ever so much further off 'n Mount Blue--don't you ?" "O, yes, indeed! What queer ideas such children do have! Flyaway doesn't understand but very little we say, Dotty Dimple; not but very little." Flyaway turned round with one of her wise looks.