I can't go into it then, I'll be so little." "You'll be just big enough to go into the pocket," laughed Dotty.
"Hush!" said Miss Polly, gravely; "you shouldn't joke upon such serious subjects.

Good by, children.

Your house is full of company, and I didn't come to stay.

Here's a bag of thoroughwort I've been picking for your grandmother; you may give it to her with my love, and tell her my side is worse.

I shall be in to-morrow." So saying, Miss Polly went away, seeming to be wafted out of the room on a sigh.
The high-chair was brought down from the attic for Flyaway, who sat in it that evening at the tea-table, and smiled round upon her friends in the most benevolent manner.
"I's growing so big now, mamma," said she, coaxingly, "don't you spect I must have some tea ?" Grandmother pleaded for the youngest, too.