Me and Charlie, we played all everything what we thinked about." "So you did, surely," said a woman who had just come in at the back door, and begun to drop kisses, as sad as tears, on Flyaway's forehead.

"Do you know who this is ?" Flyaway looked up with a sweet smile, but her mind had lost all impression of her melancholy friend, Miss Whiting.

"Look again," said the sad-eyed stranger, who did not like to have even a little child forget her; "you used to call me the 'Polly woman.'" Katie looked again, and this time very closely.
"There's a great deal o' yellowness in your face," exclaimed she, after a careful survey; "but you was made so!" Miss Polly laughed drearily.

"So you don't remember how I took you out of the watering-trough, you sweet lamb! 'I's tryin' to swim,' you said; 'and _that's_ what is it.' Here's a summer-sweeting for you, dear; do you like them ?" "Yes'm, thank you," said Flyaway, "but I like summer-_sourings_ the best." At the same time she allowed herself to be taken in Miss Polly's lap, and won that tender-hearted woman's love by putting her arms round her neck, and saying, "Let me kiss you so you'll feel all better.

What makes you have tears in your eyes ?--tell me." "We're good friends--I knew we should be," said Miss Polly, quite cheerily.