"I wouldn't eat gampa's corn for anything in this world," said she,--"'thout it's popped! 'Cause I don't like it." Miss Polly laughed quite merrily.
"There," said she, "I've dropped a stitch in my side; it never agrees with me to laugh.

I must be going right home, too; but there is one thing more I want to ask you, Katie; do you remember how you ran away, one day, and frightened the whole house, trying to climb up to heaven ?" Katie's face was blank; she had forgotten the journey.
"You passed Jennie Vance and me in the Pines," said Dotty, "and went deep into the woods, and a bee stung you." "O, now I 'member," said Katie, suddenly.

"I 'member the bee as plain as 'tever 'twas!" And she curled her lip with contempt for that small Flyaway, of long ago--that silly baby who had thought heaven was on a hill.
"_I_ went up on a ladder when I was three years old," said Prudy.
"Did you ?" said Flyaway.

This was a consolation.

"Well, I was three years old, too; I didn't know 'bout angels--didn't know they had to have wings on." Here Flyaway curled her lip again and smiled.
"You are wiser now," sighed Miss Polly.