mble, and a hot color flew into her cheeks, and
added new lustre to her black eyes. "If I could only make Flyaway
forget it," thought she, with a whirling sensation of anger towards
the innocent child, who knew no better than to proclaim aloud every
piece of news she heard. "I'll make her forget it." Jenny hastily
concealed the money in the neck of her dress.

"Where's that skipt? that skipt?" said Flyaway.

"Fly Clifford," said Jennie, severely, "you've climbed on the table!
Just think of it! Your grandmother doesn't allow you on her table.
What made you get up here."

"'Cause," replied Flyaway, seizing the kitty by the tail, and
thrusting her into a cabbage-net, "'cause I fought best."

"But you must get right down, this minute."

"No," said Flyaway, shaking her head-dress of white fringe with great
solemnity; "I isn't goin' to get down."

"Ah, but you must."

Flyaway opened and shut her eyes slowly, in token of deep displeasure.
"I don't never 'low little girls to scold to me," said she. "You'd
better call grandma; 'haps _she_ can make me get down."

But it was not Jennie's purpose to wait for that; she seized the
little one roughly by the arms, pulled her from the table, and hurried
her into the parlor.

Flyaway was indignant. "Does you--feel happy?" said she, with a
reproachful glance at Jennie.

"There, look out of the window, Flyaway, darling, and watch to see if
Horace isn't coming in from the garden."

"Can't Hollis come, 'thout me watching him?" returned Flyaway, winking
slowly again, for her sweet little soul was stirred with wrath. The
memory of the "skipt" had indeed been driven away, and she could only
think,--

"Isn't Jennie so easy fretted! I wasn't doin' nuffin'; and then she
jumped me right down. Unpolite gell! that's one thing."

And Jennie was thinking, "She never'll remember the money now, or, if
she does, I don't believe Mrs. Parlin will pay any attention to what
she says." Jennie was still very much excited, and wondered why she
trembled so.

"I don't mean to keep it unless it's perfectly proper," thought she;
"I guess I know the eighth commandment fast enough. I shan't keep it
unless Dotty thinks best. I'll tell her, and see what she says."

Jennie had often pilfered little things from her mother's cupboard,
such as cake and raisins; but a piece of money of the most trifling
value she had never thought of taking before.

Leaving Flyaway busy with block houses, she ran to the