I was defful sorry all the time.

I ate ollinges, too; so for course I got the sore froat." "I'm glad you told me, Fly; now I know what ails you.

But you mustn't ever disobey again." "Yes, um," said Fly, rolling towards her brother, and crying till the tears ran down on the flannel which was bound around her neck.

A few moments after she whispered,-- "Now I don't feel any 'fraid, Hollis; I've telled God.

I feel better, 'n' I'm willin' He should look." "Well, then, dear, that's right--go to sleep." "And now, Hollis, do you s'pose He'll send my spirrick back to me ?" "What are you talking about, Topknot?
Your spirit's in your body, child.
Go to sleep." "No, it isn't in my body, too! I want my nice good little spirrick to come back," murmured the child.