She found her mother's purse in the writing-desk, and scattered its contents into the wash-bowl, then picked out the wettest "skipt," a five-dollar bill, and tucked it into her bosom.

This would make it all right at the door of heaven.
"Now my spetty-curls," she added, hunting in the "uppest drawer" till she found the eyeless spectacles used for playing "old lady." With these on, Flyaway thought she could see the way a great deal better.
Horace's boots would help her up hill; so she jumped into those, and clattered down the back stairs with Dinah under her arm.
There was nobody in the kitchen, for Ruthie was down cellar sweeping.
Flyaway caught her shaker off the "short nail," and stole out without being seen.

Sitting in the sun on the piazza was the "blue" kittie.
"Finkin' 'bout a mouse, I spect," said little Flyaway, seizing her and blowing open her eyes like a couple of rosebuds.
"Does you know where I's a-goin'?
Up to heaven.

We don't let tinty folks, like cats, go to heaven." Pussy winked sorrowfully at this, and baby's tender heart was touched.
"Yes, we does," said she; "but you musn't scwatch the Charlie boy;" and she tucked the "tinty folks" under her left arm.

Then all was ready, and the little pilgrim started for heaven.
"Um's on the toppest hill," said she, looking at the far-off mountains, reaching up against the blue sky.