"Charlie would be so glad to see Fly-wer!" She purred like a contented kitten as she thought about it.

"'Haps they've got a _bossy-cat_ up there, and a piggy, and a swing.

O, my shole!" There was no time to be lost.

Flyaway must overtake the girls, and, if possible, get to heaven before they did.

She flew about like a distracted butterfly.
"I must have some skipt; her said me's too little to pay for money;" and she curled her pretty red lip; "but I'm isn't much little; man'll _want_ some skipt." For she fancied somebody standing at the door of heaven holding out his hand like the ticket-man at the depot.