defful high up," murmured Flyaway, heaving a little sigh;
"can't get the canny seeds."

"O, what a Fly! How big do you s'pose her mind is, Jennie Vance?"

"Big as a thimble, perhaps," replied Jennie, doubtfully.

"Why, I shouldn't think, now, 'twas any larger than the head of a
pin," said Dotty, with decision; "s'poses heaven is top o' this room!
Why, Jennie Vance, I _persume_ it's ever so much further off 'n Mount
Blue--don't you?"

"O, yes, indeed! What queer ideas such children do have! Flyaway
doesn't understand but very little we say, Dotty Dimple; not but very
little."

Flyaway turned round with one of her wise looks. She thought she did
understand; at any rate she was catching every word, and stowing it
away in her little bit of a brain for safe keeping. Heaven was on
Mount Blue. She had learned so much.

"But I knowed it by-fore," said she to herself, with a proud toss of
the silky plume on the crown of her head.

"Shall we take her with us?" asked Jennie Vance.

Flyaway listened eagerly; she thought they were still talking of
heaven, when in truth Jennie only meant a concert which was to be
given that afternoon at the vestry.

"Take _that_ little snip of a child!" replied Dotty; "O, no; she isn't
big enough; 'twouldn't be any use to pay money for _her!_"

With which very cutting remark Dotty swept out of the room, in her
queenly way, followed by Jennie. Flyaway threw herself across a
pillow, and moaned,--

"O, dee, dee!"

Her little heart was ready to bleed; and this wasn't the first time,
either. Those great big girls were always running away from her, and
calling her "goosies" and "snips;" and now they meant to climb to
heaven, where Charlie was, and leave her behind.

"But I won't stay down here in this place; I'll go to heaven too, now,
_cerdily_!" She sprang from the pillow and stood on one foot, like a
strong-minded little robin that will not be trifled with by a worm.
"I'll go too, now, cerdily."

Having made up her mind, she hurried as fast as she could, and tucked
a stick of candy in her pocket, also the bottle of soap suds, and two
thirds of a "curly cookie" shaped like a leaf. "Charlie would be so
glad to see Fly-wer!" She purred like a contented kitten as she
thought about it. "'Haps they've got a _bossy-cat_ up there, and a
piggy, and a swing. O, my shole!"

There was no time to be lost. Flyaway must overtake the girls, and, if
possible, get to heaven before they did. She flew a