"Where's the toppest hill?
I's goin' up, carry Charlie some canny." The people formed a line, and, as Prudy said, "processed" behind Katie all the way to the village.
"Is we goin' to heaven ?" said the child, still bewildered.

"It yunned away and away, and all off!" "No, you blessed baby, you are not going to heaven just yet, if we can help it," answered Dr.Gray, leaning over Horace's shoulder to kiss the child.
Flyaway was too tired to ask any more questions.

She let first one person carry her, and then another, sometimes holding up her swollen thumb, and murmuring, "'Orny 'ting me--tell my mamma." And after that she was asleep again.
Dotty Dimple, Susy, and Prudy were pacing the piazza when the party arrived, but poor grandma was on the sofa in the parlor, quite overcome with anxiety and fatigue, and Miss Polly Whiting was mournfully fanning her with a black feather fan.

The sound of voices roused Mrs.Parlin.

"Safe! safe!" was the cry.