She was delighted to hear that she had grown more than any of the others.
"I'm gettin' old all over!" said she, gayly.

"Four--goin' to be five! Wish I was most six.

Dotty Dimpul, don't you wish _you's_ most a _hunderd_ ?" "O, you cunning little cousin!" said Dotty, embracing her rapturously; "I wish you loved me half as well as I love you; that's what I wish.

I told Tate Penny you were prettier than Tid; and so you are.

Such red cheeks! But what makes one cheek redder than the other ?" "O, I eat my bread 'n' milk that side o' my mouf," replied Flyaway; "and that's why." "What an idea! And your hair is just as fine as ever it was; the color of my ring--isn't it, Prudy ?" Flyaway put her little hand to her head, and felt the floss flying about as usual.
"My hair comes all to pieces," explained she; "_or nelse_ I have a ribbon to tie it up with." "Are you glad to come back to Willowbrook, you precious little dear ?" asked two or three voices.
"Yes 'm," said Flyaway, doubtfully; "Y--es--um." "She doesn't remember anything about it, I guess," said Prudy, kneeling before the little one, and kissing the sweet place in her neck.
"Yes, I do," said Flyaway, winking hard and breathing quick in the effort to recall the very dim and very distant past; "yes, I 'member." "Well, what do you 'member ?" "O, once I was grindin' coffee out there in a yellow chair, and somebody she came and put me in the sink." "She does know--doesn't she ?" said Dotty.