n the
grass: they didn't be dead. _We_ haven't got any only but
dead ones; but Mis' Gray has.

"I like Dr. Gray ever so much!

"Mis' Gray gave me the kitty to play with. I bundled it all
up in my dress, 'cause I didn't want the cat to get it. When
I went home I gave it to the cat. [You got that _wroten_?]

"There wasn't any _dead_ little kittens. She gave me a
cookie, and I eated it, and I told her to give me another to
bring home, 'cause I liked her cookies; they was curly
cookies. [Got it wroted, mamma?]

"Now 'bout I pumped full a pail full o' water.

"[She _knows_ we've got a house?]

"Now say good by, and I kiss her a pretty little kiss. O,
no; I want her to come and see me,--her and Prudy,--_two_
of 'em! I's here yet. ['Haps she knows it!]

"That's all--I feel sleepy.

(Signed) "From

"DOTTY DIMPWILL TO FLYWER."

This letter "went into a mist," and so did the next performance, which
you will read in the following chapter.

CHAPTER II.

RUNNING AWAY TO CHURCH.

The little Parlins came the next week. One Sunday morning Dotty Dimple
stood before the glass, putting on her hat for church. Katie came and
peeped in with her, opening her small mouth and drawing her lips over
her teeth, as her grandfather did when he shaved.

"See, Flyaway, you haven't any dimples at all!" said Dotty, primping a
little. "Your hair isn't smooth and curly like mine; it sticks up all
over your head, like a little fan."

"O, my shole!" sighed Flyaway, scowling at herself. She did not know
how lovely she was, nor how

"The light of the heaven she came from
Still lingered and gleamed in her hair."

"I wisht 'twouldn't get out," said she.

"What do you mean by _out_?"

"O, unwetted, and un-comb-bid, and un-parted."

"That's because you fly about like such a little witch."

"I doesn't do the leastest nuffin, Dotty Dimpwill! Folks ought to let
me to go to churches."

"I _should_ laugh, Fly Clifford, to see _you_ going to churches! All
the ministers would come down out of the pulpits and ask what little
mischief that was, and make aunt 'Ria carry you home!"

"No, he wouldn't, too! I'd sit stiller'n two, free, five hundred
mouses," pleaded Flyaway, climbing up the back of a chair to show how
quiet she could be.

"O, it's no use to talk about it, darling. Give me one kiss, and I'll
go get my sun-shade."

"Can't,