nt teeth, and trying to pull it out by way of amusement.

"O, dear, I can't move my tooth one inch. If I could get it out, and put
my tongue in the hole, then there'd be a gold one come. But I can't. O,
dear!"

"Where is your little cousin?" said Miss Polly, coming into the room
with her knitting in her hand. "I thought she was with you: I don't
wonder they call her Flyaway."

"I don't know where she is, I'm sure, Miss Polly. Won't you please pull
my tooth! And do you 'spose I can keep my tongue out of the hole?"

"Why, Dotty, I thought you were going to take care of that child," said
Miss Polly, dropping her knitting without getting around to the
seam-needle, and walking away faster than her usual slow pace.

"There's nothing so bad for me as worry of mind: I shall be sick as sure
as this world!"

Dotty knew she had been selfish and careless. She not only felt ashamed
of herself, but also very much afraid that something dreadful had
happened to Katie, in which case she would be greatly to blame. She
anxiously joined in the search for the missing child. I am sure you
would never guess where she was found. In the watering trough! Not
drowned, because the water was not deep enough!

"I was trying to srim," said she, as they drew her out; "and THAT'S what
is it."

Even Miss Polly smiled at the dripping little figure with hair clinging
close to its head; but Flyaway looked very solemn.

"It makes me povokin'," said she, knitting her brows, "to have you laugh
at me!"

"It would look well in you, Dotty," said Miss Polly, "to pay more
attention to this baby, and let your teeth alone."

Dotty twisted a lock of her front hair, and said nothing; but she
remembered her grandmother's last words,--"Alice, I depend upon you to
amuse your little cousin, as your Aunt Maria told you. You know you can
make her very happy when you please."

"Seems to me," thought Dotty, "that baby might grow faster and have more
sense. _I_ never got into a watering-trough in my life!--Why, how
dark it is! Hark!" said she, aloud; "what is that rattling against the
windows?"

For she heard

"the driving hail
Upon the window beat with icy flail."

"That is hail," replied Polly--"frozen drops of rain."

"Why Miss Polly," said Dotty, giving a fierce twitch at her tooth, "rain
can't freeze the least speck in the summer. You don't mean to tell a
wrong story, but you've made a mistake."

"Her's made a 'stake,