She didn't want to die! O, it was so nice to be alive! She would as lief have the sore throat all the time, if she might only be alive.

She said not a word, but the thoughts flew through her mind like a flock of startled swallows,--not one after another, but all together; and so fast that they almost took her breath away.
And O, such a naughty girl as she had been! Going barefoot! Telling a story about Crossman's orchard! Making believe she never fibbed, when she did the same thing as that, and she knew she did.

Running off to play when grandma wished her to stay with Flyaway.

Feeding Zip Coon with plum cake to see him wag his tail, and never telling but it was brown bread.

Getting angry with the chairs and tables, and people.