XITTZE PItJTDY>S FLYAWAY SEMIE8. LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. BY SOPHIE MAY, AUTHOR or "LITTLE PBUDY STORIES," "DOTTY DIMPLK 6TOEIES," ETC. ILLUSTRATED. " To give room for wandering Is it That the world was made so wide." BOSTOK: LEE AND SHEP^Br NEW YORK: LEE, SHEPARD AND DILLINGHAM. 1874. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1872, BY LEE AND SI1EPAKD, In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, tr> TO MY YOUNG FRIFND, M: M: jk ^. "JOHNNIE OPTIC." TO PARENTS. HERE come the Parlins and Cliffords again. They had been sent to bed and nicely tucked in, but would not stay asleep. They " wanted to see the company down stairs;" so they have dressed themselves, and come back to the parlor. I trust you will pardon them, dear friends. Is it not a common thing, in this degenerate age, for grown people to frown and shake their heads, while little people do exactly as they please ? Well, one thing is certain : if these children insist upon sitting up, they shall listen to lectures on self-will and disre- 6 spect tb^sb^fcribrs; Vhich. will make their ears tingle. Moreover, they shall hear of other peo ple, and not always of themselves. Fly Clifford, who expects to be in the middle, will be somewhat overwhelmed, like a fly in a cup of milk ; for Grandma Read is to talk her down with her Quaker speech, and Aunt Madge with her story of the summer when she was a child. It is but fair that the elders should have a voice. That they may speak words which shall come home to many little hearts, and move them for good, is the earnest wish of THE AUTHOR. CONTENTS. CHAPTER PAGE I. THE LETTER, ...... 9 II. THE UNDERTAKING, 22 III. THE FROLIC, . . * . . . 38 IY. "TAKING OUR AIRS," 51 Y. DOTTY HAVING HER OWN WAY, . . 69 YI. DOTTY EEBUKED, . . . . . .83 VII. THE LOST FLY, ...... 95 VIII. " THE FRECKLED DOG, . . . .109 IX. MARIA S MOTHER, 126 X. FIYE MAKING A CALL, 139 XL "THE HEN-HOUSES," .... 153 XII. "GRANNY," . . . . . . . 170 XIII. THE PUMPKIN HOOD, . . . . 188 (7) LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. CHAPTER I. THE LETTER. KATIE CLIFFORD sat on the floor, in the sun, feeding her white mice. She had a tea-spoon and a cup of bread and milk in her hands. If she had been their own mother she could not have smiled down on the little creatures more sweetly. " Cause I spect they s hungry, and that s why I m goin to give em sumpin to eat. Shut your moufs and open your eyes," said she, waving the tea-spoon, and spattering the bread and milk over their backs. (9) 10 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. "Quee, quee," squeaked the little mice, very well pleased when a drop happened to go into their mouths. " What are you doing there, Miss Top knot," said Horace : " 0, I see ; catching rats." Flyaway frowned fearfully, and the tuft of hair atop of her head danced like a war-plume. " I shouldn t think folks would call em names, Hollis, when they never did a thing to you. Nothing but clean white mouses ! " "Let s see; now I look at em, Topknot, they are white. And what s all this paper ? " " Bed-kilts." "Jrc-deed?" " You knew it by -fore ! " "One, two, three; I thought the doctor gave you five. Where are they gone ? " THE LETTER. 11 "Well, there hasn t but two died; the rest ll live," said Fly, swinging one of them around by its tail, as if it had been a tame cherry. Just then Grace came and stood in the parlor doorway. "0, fie!" said she; " what work! Ma doesn t allow that cage in the parlor. You just carry it out, Fly Clifford." Miss Thistledown Flyaway looked up at her sister shyly, out of the corners of her eyes. Grace was now a beautiful young lady of sixteen, and almost as tall as her mother. Flyaway adored her, but there was a growing doubt in her mind whether sister Grace had a right to use the tone of command. " Cause I spect she isn t my mamma." " Why, Fly, you haven t started yet ! " "I didn t think twas best," responded 12 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. the child, sulkily, fixing her eyes on the mice, who were dancing whirligigs round the wheel. " Come here to your best friend, little Topknot," said Horace. " Let s take that cage into the green-house, and ask papa to keep it there, because the mice look like water-lilies on long stems. 3 Flyaway brightened at once. She knew water-lilies were lovely. Giving Grace a triumphant glance, she danced across the room, and put the cage in Horace s hands, with a smile of trusting love that thrilled his heart. "Hollis laughs at my mouses, but he don t say, Put em away, and, Put em away; he says, * Little gee-urls wants to. see things as much as anybody else," J thought she, gratefully. "Horace," said Grace, with a curling THE LETTER. 13 lip, "that child is growing up just like y OU fond of worms, and bugs, and all such disgusting things/ Horace smiled. No matter for the scorn in Grace s tone ; it pleased him to be com pared in any way with his precious little Flyaway. " Topknot has a spark of sense," said he, leading her along to the green-house. "Til bring her up not to scream at a spider." " Now, young lady/ said he, setting the cage on the shelf beside a camellia, and speaking in a low voice, though they were quite alone, " can you keep a secret ?" " Course I can; What is a secrid?" "Why, it s something you musn t ever tell, Topknot, not to anybody that lives." "Then I won t, cerdily, not to mamma, nor papa, nor Gracie." 14 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. "Nor anybody else?" "No; course not. .Whobody else could I? 0, cept Phibby. There, now, what s the name of it." " The name of it is a secret, and the secret is this Sure you won t tell any single body, Topknot?" "No; I said, whobody could I tell? O, cept Tinka ! There now !" f Well, the secret is this," said Horace, laying his forefingers together, and speak ing very slowly, in order to prolong the immense delight he felt in watching the little one s eager face. " You know you ve got an aunt Madge ?" " Yes ; soVe you, too." "And she lives in the city of New York." " Does she ? When d she go ?" " Why, she has always lived there ; ever since she was married." THE LETTEK. 15 "0, yes; and uncle Gustus was mar ried, too ; they was both married. Is that all?" "And she thinks you and I are cute chicks, and wants us to go and see her." " Well, course she does ; I knew that before," said Fly, turning away with indif ference; "I did go with mamma." " 0, but she means now, Topknot; this very Christmas. She said it in a letter." "Does she truly?" said Fly, beginning to look pleased. " But it can t be a secrid, though," added she, next moment, sadly, " cause we can t go, Hollis." "But I really think we shall go, Top knot ; that is, if you don t spoil the whole by telling." "0, I cerdily won t tell!" said Fly, fluttering all over with a sense of impor tance, like a kitten with its first mouse. 16 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. The breakfast bell rang; and, with many a word of warning, Horace led his little sister into the dining-room. "Papa," said she, the moment she was established in her high chair, "I know sumpin ." " 0, Topknot !" cried Horace. "I know Hollis has got his elbows on the table. There, now, did I tell ?" Hu sh, Topknot!" There was a quiet moment while Mr. Clifford said grace. "Hollis," whispered Katie immediately afterwards, " will I take my mouses ?" " Sh, Topknot!" " What s going on there between you and Horace ?" laughed Grace. "A secridj said Fly, nipping her little lips together. " You won t get me to tell." "Horace," exclaimed Mrs. Clifford, "you haven t" THE LETTER. 17 " Why, mother, I thought it was all set tled, and wouldn t do any harm ; and it pleases her so!" "Well, my son, you ve made a hard day s work for me," said Mrs. Clifford, smiling behind her coffee-cup, as eager little Katie swayed back and forth in her high chair. "You won t get me to tell, Gracie Clif ford. She don t want nobody but Hollis and me; she thinks we re very cute." "Who? 0, Aunt Louise, probably." "No, aunt Louise never! It s the auntie that lives to New York." " Sh, Topknot!" "Well, I didn t tell, Hollis Clifford!" "So you didn t," said Grace. u But wouldn t it be nice if somebody should ask you to go somewhere to spend Christmas?" "Well, there is /" 2 18 LITTLE POLKS ASTRAY. "0, Topknot/ cried Horace, in mock distress, "you said you could keep a secret." Flyaway looked frightened. "What d I do?" cried she; "I didn t tell nuffin bout the letter!" This last speech set everybody to laugh ing; and the little tell-tale looked around from one to another with a face full of innocent wonder. They couldn t be laugh ing at her! "I can keep secrids," said she, with dig nity. "It was what I was a-doin ." "It is your brother Horace who cannot be trusted to keep secrets," said Mrs. Clifford, taking a letter from her pocket. "Hear, now, what your Aunt Madge has written : * Will you lend me your children for the holidays, Maria ? I want all three ; at any rate, two." ; THE LETTER. 19 "Tha^s me," cried Flyaway, tipping over her white coffee; " tenny rate two, means me." "Don t interrupt me, dear. Brother Edward has promised me Prudy arid Dotty Dimple. They may have a Santa Glaus, or whatever they like. I shall devote my self to making them happy, and I am sure there are plenty of things in New York to amuse them. Horace must come without fail; for the little girl-cousins always de pend so much upon him/" A smile rose to Horace s mouth; but he rubbed it off with his napkin. It was his boast that he was above being flattered. " But why not have Grace go, too, to keep them steady?" said Mr. Clifford, bluntly. Horace applied himself to his buckwheat cakes in silence, and looked rather gloomy. 20 LITTLE FOLKS ASTKAY. "Why, I suppose, Henry, it would hardly be safe to send Grace, on account of her cough." "I m so sorry you asked Dr. De Bru- ler a word about it, mamma; but I sup pose I must submit," said Grace, with a face as cloudy as Horace s. "Horace, my son, do you really feel equal to the task of taking this tuft of feathers to New York?" "I don t know why not, father; I m willing to try." " Horace has good courage," said Grace, shaking her auburn curls like so many ex clamation points. " I never could ! I never would ! I d as soon have the care of a flying squirrel!" " Hollis never called me a squirl" said Fly, demurely. " I ve got two brothers, and one of em is an angel, and the other THE LETTER. 21 isn t; but Hollis is most as good as the one up in the sky/ "Well, my son," remarked Mr. Clifford, after a pause, " if your mother gives her consent, I suppose I shall give mine; but it does not look clear to me yet. One thing is certain, Horace ; if you do un dertake this journey, you must live on the watch: you must sleep with both eyes open. Don t trust the child out of your sight not for a moment. Don t even let go her hand on the street," "I do believe Horace will be as careful as either you or I, Henry, or I certainly wouldn t trust him with our last little dar ling," said Mrs. Clifford. His mother s words dropped like balm upon Horace s wounded spirit. He looked up, and felt himself a man again. 22 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. CHAPTER II. THE UNDERTAKING. WHEN Flyaway knew she was going to New York, it was about as easy to fit her dresses as to clothe a buzzing blue-bottle fly. With spinning head and dancing feet, she was set down, at last, in the cars. "Here we are, all by ourselves, darling, starting off for Gotham. Wave your hand kerchief to mamma. Don t you see her kissing her hand? There, you needn t spring out of the window! And I de clare, Brown-brimmer, if you haven t thrown away your handkerchief! Here, cry into mine ! " ".I didn t want to cry, Hollis; I wanted fr THE UNDERTAKING. 23 to laugh," said the child, wiping her eyes with her doll s cloak. "When you ride in carriages, you don t get anywhere ; but when you ride in the cars, you get there right off." "Yes; that s so, my dear. You are in the right of it, as you always are. Now I am going to turn the seat over, and sit where I can look at you -just so." "0, that s just as splendid, Hollis ! Now there s only me and Flipperty. There, I put her pellent cloak on wrong ; but see, now, I ve uu-wrong-side-outed it! Don t she sit up like a lady?" Her name was Flipperty Flop. She was a large jointed doll (not a doll with large joints,) had seen a great deal of the world, and didn t think much of it. She came of a high family, and had such blue blood in her veins, that the ground wasn t good 24 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. X enough for her to walk on. She wore a " pellent cloak" and rubber boots, and had a shopping-bag on her arm full of " choclid " cakes. She was nearly as large as her mother, and all of two years older. A great deal had happened to her before her mother was born, and a great deal more since. Sometimes it was dropsy, and she had to be tapped, when pints of sawdust would run out. Sometimes it was con sumption, and she wasted to such a skel eton that she had to be revived with cot ton. She had lost her head more than once, but it never affected her brains : she was all the better with a young head now and then on her old shoulders. Her present ailment appeared to be small-pox; she was badly pitted with pins and a pen knife. "I declare I forgot to get a ticket for THE UNDERTAKING. 25 her," said Horace. "What if the conduct or shouldn t let her pass ? " "0, Hollis, but he must?" cried Fly, springing to her feet; " 1 shan t pass athout my Flipperty! Tell the ductor bout my white mouses died, and I can t go athout sumpin to carry." "Pshaw! Dotty Dimple don t carry dolls. She don t like em: sensible girls never do." "Well, I like em," said Flyaway, noth ing daunted. "You knew it byfore; n if you didn t want Flipperty, you d ought to not come ! " Horace laughed, as he always did when his little sister tried her power over him. The conductor was an old acquaintance, and he told him how it stood with Flip perty, how she was needed at IsTew York, and all that; whereupon Mr. Van Dusen 26 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. gave Fly a little green card, and told her to keep it to show to all the conductors on the road; for it was a free pass, and would take Flipperty all over the United States. "Yes, sir, if you please," said Fly, with a blush and a smile, and put the "free pass" in Miss Flop s cloak pocket. After this, she never once failed to show it, whenever Mr. Van Dusen, or any other conductor, came near, but always had to hunt for it, and once brought up a cookie instead, which fearful mistake mortified her to the depths of her soul. Horace was sure all eyes were fixed on his charming little charge, and was proud of the honor of showing her off; but he paid for it dearly; it cost him more than his Latin, with all the irregular verbs. There was no such thing as her being THE UNDERTAKING. 27 4 comfortable. She was full of care about him, herself, and the baggage. Flipperty lost off a rubber boot, which bounced over into the next seat. Horace had to ask a gentleman and his sick daughter to move, and, after all, it was in an old lady s lap. Then Fly s feet were cold, and Horace took her to the stove; but that made her eyes too hot, and she danced, back, to lie* with her head on his breast and her feet against the window, till she suddenly whirled straight about, and planted her tiny boots under his chin. "0, Topknot, Topknot, I pity that woman with the baby, if she feels as lame all over as I do ! " " Where s the baby, Hollis ? O, I see. " "What s the matter, now? Why upon earth can t you sit still, child? said Hor ace, next minute, catching her as she was 28 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. ^ darting into the aisle, dragging Miss Flop by the hair of the head. " 0, Hollis, don t y$u see there s a dolly over there, with two girls and a lady with red clo es on? Haps they d be willing for her to get quainted with Flipperty?" "Well, Topknot, haps they would, but haps I wouldn t. I can t have you dan cing all over the car, in this style." Flyaways s lip quivered, and a tear start ed. Horace was moved. One of Fly s tears weighed a pound with him, even when it only wet her eyelashes, and wasn t heavy enough to drop. "Well, there, darling, you just sit still, not still enough, though, to give you a pain (Fly always said it gave her a pain to sit still), and I ll bring the girls and dollie over here to you. Will that do?" Fly thought it would. THE UNDERTAKING. 29 A dreadful fit of bashfulness came over Horace, when he stood face to face with the black-eyed lady and her daughters, and tried to speak. "I ve got a little girl travelling with me, ma am; she s so so uneasy, that I don t know what to do with her. Will you let me take I mean, are you willing " "Bring her over here, and we will try to amuse her," said the black-eyed lady, pleasantly ; but Horace was sure he saw the oldest girl laughing at him. "It s no fun to go and make a fool of yourself," thought he, leading Fly to the new acquaintances, and standing by as she settled herself shyly in the seat. "How do you do, little one? What is your name? Flyaway? Well, you look like it. We saw you were a darling, clear across the aisle. And you have a kind brother, I know." 30 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. At these words Fly, for want of some answer to make, sprang forward and kissed Horace on the bridge of the nose. "There, you ve knocked off my cap." In stooping to pick it up, he awkwardly hit his head against the older girl, who already looked so mischievous that he was rather afraid of her. "Wish I could get out of the way. She expects me to speak, but I shan t. " Needles and pins, needles and pins, When a man travels his trouble begins. " Horace was obliged to stand, very ill at ease, tiK the black-eyed lady had found out where he lived, who his father was, and what was his mother s name before she was married. "Tell your father, when you go home, you have seen Mrs. Bonnycastle, formerly THE UNDERTAKING. 31 Ann Jones, and give him ray regards. I knew he married a lady from Maine." " I know sumpin," struck in Fly ; " if ever / marry anybody, I ll marry my own brother Hollis. I mean if I don t be a ole maid!" "And what is <a ole maid/ you little witch?" "I don know; some folks is/ was the wise reply. Flyaway was about to add " Gampa Clifford/ but did not feel well enough acquainted to talk of family matters. When the Bonnycastles left, at Cleve land, Horace thought that was the last of them. Miss Gerty was " decent-looking, looked some like Gassy Hallock; but he couldn t bear to see folks giggle ; hoped he never should set eyes on those people again." Whether he ever did, you shall hear one of these days. 32 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. " 0, Topknot," said he, "your hair looks like a mop. Do you want all creation laughing at you? You ll mortify me to death." " You ought to water it. If you don t take better care o your little sister, I won t never ride with you no more, Hollis Clifford !" " Well, see that you don t, you little scarecrow," said the suffering boy, out of all patience. " If you are going to act in New York as you have on the road, I wish I was well out of this scrape," Flyaway was really a sight to behold. How she managed to tear her dress off the waist, and loose five boot buttons, and last, but not least, the very hat she wore on her head, would have been a mystery if you hadn t seen her run. "When they reached the city, Horace put THE UNDERTAKING. 33 the soft, flying locks in as good order as he could, and tied them up in his hand kerchief. "I wisht I hadn t come, whined Fly; " I don t want to wear a hangerfiss ; tisn t speckerble !" "Hush right up ! I m not going to have you get cold! My sorrows! Shan t I be thankful when I get where there s a woman to take care of her ?" On the platform at the depot, aunt Madge, Prudy, and Dotty Dimple, were waiting for them. A hearty laugh went the rounds, which Fly thought was decid edly silly. Aunt Madge took the young travellers right into her arms, and hugged them in her own cordial style, as if her heart had been hungry for them for many a day. "We re so glad! for it did seem as 3 34 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. if you d never come/ exclaimed Dotty Dimple. "And I d like to know," said Horace, " how you happened to get here first." " O, we came by express came yes terday." "By spress?" cried Flyaway, pulling away from aunt Madge, who was trying to pin her frock together ; " we came by a ductor. Why, where s Flipperty s ticket?" Horace seized Prudy with one hand, and Dotty Dimple with the other, turning them round and round. "I don t see anything of the express mark, < Handle with care. "What has be come of it ?" "0, we were done up in brown paper," said Prudy, laughing, "and the express mark was on that ; but aunt Madge took it off as soon as she got the packages home." THE UNDERTAKING. 35 " Why, what a story, Prudy Parlin ! "We didn t have a speck of brown paper round us. Just cloaks and hats with feathers in I" Dotty spoke with some irritation. She had all along been rather sensitive about being sent by express, and could not bear any allusion to the subject. " There, that s Miss Dimple herself. Let me shake hands with your Dimpleship ! Didn t come to New York to take a joke, did you /" "No, her Dimpleship came to New York to get warm," said Peacemaker Prudy; " and so did I, too. You don t know how cold it is in Maine." By this time they were rattling over the stones in their aunt s elegant carriage. It ^as dusk ; the lamps were lighted, the streets crowded with people, the shops Mazing with gay colors. 36 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. " I didn t come here to get warm, either," said Dotty, determined to have the last word : u I was warm enough in Portland. I s pose we ve got a furnace, haven t we? and a coal grate, too." a I do hope Horace hasnt t got her start ed in a contrary fit," thought Prudy; "I brought her all the way from home with out her saying a cross word." But aunt Madge had a witch s broom, to sweep cobwebs out of the sky. Putting her arm around Dotty, she said, "You all came to bring sunshine into my house ; bless your happy hearts." That cleared Dotty s sky, and she put up her lips for a kiss ; while Flyaway, with her " hangerfiss " on, danced about the car riage like a fly in a bottle, kissing every body, and Horace twice over. " Cause I spect we ve got there. But, THE UNDERTAKING. 37 Hollis/ said she, with the comical shade of care which so often flitted across her little face, "you never pat the trunk in here. Now that ductor has gone and car ried off my nightie." 38 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. CHAPTER III. THE FROLIC. IF Aunt Madge had dressed in linsey woolsey, with a checked apron on, she would still have been lovely. A white rose is lovely even in a cracked tea-cup. But Colonel Augustus Allen was a rich man, and his wife could afford to dress elegantly. Horace followed her to-night with admiring eyes. " They say she isn t as handsome as Aunt Louise, but I know better; you needn t tell me ! Her eyes have got the real good twinkle, and that s enough said." Horace w T as like most boys ; he mistook loveliness for beauty. Mrs. Allen s small THE FROLIC. 39 figure, gentle gray eyes, and fair curls made her seem almost insignificant beside the splendid Louise; but Horace knew bet ter ; you needn t tell him ! " Horace," said Aunt Madge, " your Uncle Augustus is gone, and that is one reason, you know, why I begged for company during the holidays. You will be the only gentleman in the house, and we ladies here with put ourselves under your protection. Will you accept the charge ? " " He needn t pertect ME," spoke up Miss Dimple, from the depths of an easy-chair; "I can pertect myself." " Don t mind going to the Museum alone, I suppose, and crossing ferries, and riding in the Park, and being out after dark ? " " No ; I m not afraid of things," replied the strong-minded young lady ; " ask Pru- dy if I am. And my father lets me go 40 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. in the horse-cars all over Portland. That s since I travelled out west." Here the bell sounded, and the only gentleman of the house gave his arm to Mrs. Allen, to lead her out to what he supposed was supper, though he soon found it went by the name of dinner. Neither he nor his young cousins were accustomed to seeing so much silver and so many servants; but they tried to appear as un concerned as if it were an every-day affair. Dotty afterwards said to Prudy and Hor ace, "I was stonished when that man came to the back of my chair with the butter; but I said, If you please, sir, just as if 1 spected it. He don t know but my father s rich." After dinner Fly s eyes drew together, and Prudy said, " 0, darling, you don t know what s THE FROLIC. 41 going to happen. Auntie said you might sleep with Dotty and me to-night, right in the middle." " 0, dear ! " drawled Flyaway ; " when there s two abed, I sleep; but when there s three abed, I open out my eyes, and can t." 4 So you don t like to sleep with your cousins," said Dotty, a your dear cousins, that came all the way from Portland to Bee you." "Yes, I do," said Fly, quickly; "my eyes ll open out; but that s no matter, cause I don t want to go to sleep ; I d rawer not." They went up stairs, into a beautiful room, which aunt Madge had arranged for them with two beds, to suit a whim of Dotty s. " Now isn t this just splendid ? " said Miss 42 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. Dimple ; " the carpet so soft your boots go in like feathers; and then such pic tures ! Look, Fly ! here are two little girls out in a snow-storm, with an um brella over em. Aren t you glad it isn t you? And here are some squirrels, just as natural as if they were eating grand pa s oilnuts. And see that pretty lady with the kid, or the dog. Any way she is kissing him ; and it was all she had left out of the whole family, and she wanted to kiss somebody." " Yes," said aunt Madge. " Her sole companion in a dearth Of love upon a hopeless earth. "If that makes you look so sober, chil dren, I m going to take it down. Here, on this bracket, is the head of our blessed Saviour." THE FROLIC. 43 " 0, I m glad," said Fly. " He ll be right there, a-looking on, when we say our prayers." " Hear that creature talk ! " whispered Dotty. "And these things a-shinin down over the bed : who s these ?" said Flyaway, dan cing about the room, with "opened-out" eyes. " Don t you know ? That s Christ bless ing little children," said Dotty, gently. "I always know Him by the rainbow round His head." "Aureole," corrected Aunt Madge. "But wasn t it just like a rainbow red, blue and green ? " " 0, no ; our Saviour did not really have any such crown of light, Dotty. He looked just like other men, only purer and holier. Artists have tried in vain to make his 44 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. expression heavenly enough ; so they paint him with an aureole." Prudy said nothing; but as she looked at the picture, a happy feeling came over her. She remembered how Christ " called little children like lambs to his fold," and it seemed as if He was very near to-night, and the room was full of peace. Aunt Madge had done well to place such paint ings before her young guests ; good pictures bring good thoughts. "All, everywhere, it s so spl-endid ! " said Fly; " what s that thing with a glass house over it ! " "A clock." "What a funny clock! It looks like a little dog wagging its tail." " That s the penderlum," explained Dot ty; "it beats the time. Every clock has a penderlum. Generally hangs down before THE FROLIC. 45 though, and this hangs behind. I declare, Prudy, it does look like a dog wagging its tail." " Hark ! it strikes eight," said Aunt Madge. "Time little girls were in bed, getting rested for a happy day to-morrow." " I don t spect that thing knows what time it is," said Fly, gazing at the clock doubt fully, " and my eyes are all opened out ; but if you want me to, auntie, I will ! " So Flyaway slipped off her clothes in a twinkling. " We re going to lie, all three, in this big bed, Fly, just for one night," said Dotty; " and after that we must take turns which shall sleep with you. There, child, you re all undressed, and I haven t got my boots off yet. You re quicker n a chain o light ning, and always was." "Why, how did that kitty get in here ?" 46 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. said auntie, as a loud mewing was heard. "I certainly shut her out before we came up stairs." Dotty ran round the room, with one boot on, and Prudy in her * stockings, helping their aunt in the search. The kitten was not under the bed, or in either of the closets, or inside the curtains. "Look ahind the pendlum" said Fly, laughing and skipping about in high glee ; "look ahind the pendlum; look atween the pillow-case. Still the mewing went on. "0, here is the kitty I ve found her/ said auntie, suddenly seizing Fly by the shoulders, and stopping her mocking-bird mouth. " Poor pussy, she has turned white white all over ! " " You don t mean to say that was Fly Clifford?" cried Prudy. THE FROLIC. 47 "Shut her up, auntie/ said Dotty Dim ple; "she s a kitty. I always knew her name was Kitty/ Fly ran and courtesied before the mirror in her nightie. "0, Kitty Clifford, Kitty Clifford," she cried, " when ll you be a cat ?" " Pretty soon, if you can catch mice as well as you can mew," laughed auntie; "but look you, my dear; are you going to bed to-night ? or shall I shut you down cellar?" "Don t shut me down cellow, auntie/ cried the mocking-bird, crowing like a chicken ; " shut me in the barn with the banties." Next moment it occurred to the child that this style of behavior was not very " speckerful ; " so she hastily dropped on her knees before her auntie, and began 48 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. to say her prayers. The change was so sudden, from the shrill crow of a chicken to the gentle voice of a little girl praying, that no one could keep a sober face. Prudy ran into the closet, and Dotty laughed into her handkerchief. " There, now, that s done," said Flya way, jumping up as suddenly as she had knelt down. "Now I must pray Flip- perty." And before any one could think what the child meant to do, she had dragged out her dolly, and knelt it on the rug, face downward, over her own lap. c< C the wicked creature ! " whispered Dotty. But Aunt Madge said nothing. "Pray/ said the little one, in a tone of command. Then, in a fine, squeaking voice, Fly repeated a prayer. It was in tended to be Flipperty s voice, and Flip- perty was too young to talk plain. THE FKOLIC. 49 "There, that will do," said Aunt Madge, her large gray eyes trying not to twinkle ; "did she ever say her prayers before?" "Yes, um; she s a goody girl when I member to pray her !" " Well, dear, I wouldn t < pray her any more. It makes us laugh to see such a droll sight, and nobody wishes to laugh when you are talking to your Father in heaven." "No m," replied Flyaway, winking her eyes solemnly. But when the "three abed" had been tucked in and kissed, Fly called her auntie back to ask, "How can Flipperty grc^ttp a goody girl athout she says her prayeio ?" There was such a mixture of play and earnestness in the child s eyes, that auntie had to turn away her face before she could answer seriously. 4 50 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. "Why, little girls can think and feel you know; but with dollies it is differ ent. Now, good night, pet; you won t have beautiful dreams, if you talk any TAKING OUR AIRS. 51 CHAPTER IV. "TAKING OUR AIRS/ FLYAWAY awoke singing, and sprang up in bed, saying, "Why,. I thought I s a car, and that s why I whissiled." "But you are not a car," yawned Prudy ; * please don t sing again, or dance, either." " It s the happerness in me, Prudy ; and that s what dances; it s the happerness." " That s the worst part of Fly Clifford," groaned Dotty ; " she won t keep still in the morning. Might have known there wouldn t be any peace after she got here." Dotty always came out of sleep by slow stages, and her affections were the last 52 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. part of her to wake up. Just now she did not love Katie Clifford one bit, nor her own mother either. " Won t you light the lamp?" piped Flyaway. " Please don t, Fly," said Prudy ; don t talk !" "Won t you light the la-amp?" "No, we will not," said Dotty, firmly. " Won t you light the la-amp ?" " Is this what we came to New York for ?" moaned Dotty ; " to be waked up in the middle of the night by folks singing ?" "Won t you light the la-amp?" "I ll pack my dresses, and go right home! I ll I ll have Fly Clifford sleep out o this room. Why, I I " u Won t you light the la-amp ?" Prudy sprang out of bed, convulsed with laughter, and lighted the gas; whereupon TAKING OUR AIRS. 53 Fly began to dance " Little Zephyrs/ 3 on the pillow, and Dotty to declare her eyes were put out. " Little try -patiences, both of them/ thought Prudy; "but then they ve always had their own way, and what can you ex pect ? I m so glad I wasn t born the young est of the family; it does make children 50 disagreeable!" As soon as Dotty was fairly awake, her love for her friends came back again, and her good humor with it. She made Fly bleat like a lamb and spin like a top, and applauded her loudly. "It s gl-orious to have you here, Fly Clifford. I wouldn t let you go in any other room to sleep for anything." Which shows that the same thing looked very different to Dotty after she got her eyes open. 54 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. When the children went down to break fast, they found bouquets of flowers by their plates. "I am delighted to see such happy faces." said Aunt Madge. "How would you all like to go out by and by, and take the air?" "We d like it, auntie; and I ll tell you what would be prime," remarked Horace, from his uncle s place at the head of the table; "and that is, to take Fly to Stew art s, and have her go up in an elevator." "Why couldn t I go up, too?" asked Dotty, with the slightest possible shade of discontent in her voice. She did not mean to be jealous, but she had noticed that Flyaway always came first with Horace, and if there was anything hard for Dotty s patience, it was playing the part of Num ber Two. TAKING OUR AIRS. 55 "We ll all go up," said Aunt Madge. "I ve an idea of taking you over to Brook lyn; and in that case we shan t come home before night." "Carry our dinner in a basket?" sug gested Dotty. "0, no; we ll go into a restaurant, some where, and order whatever you like." "Will you, auntie? Well, there, I never went to such a place in my life, only once ; and then Percy Eastman, he just cried Fire! and I broke the saucer all to pieces." "I ve been to it a great many times," said Fly, catching part of Dotty s mean ing; "my mamma bakes em in a freezer." At nine o clock the party of five started out to see New York. Aunt Madge and Horace walked first, with Flyaway between them. "We are going out to take our airs," said the little one. 56 -LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. "I don t think you need any more," said Horace, looking fondly at his pretty sister. " You re so airy now, it s as much as we can do to keep your feet on the ground." Flyaway wore a blue silk bonnet, with white lace around the face, a blue dress and cloak, and pretty furs with a squirrel s head on the muff. She had never been dressed so well before, and she knew it. She remembered hearing "Phibby" say to "Tinka," "Don t that child look .like an angel?" Fly was sure she did, for big folks like Tinka must know. But here her thoughts grew misty. All the angels she had ever heard of were brother Harry and "the Charlie boy." How could she look like them? "Does God dress em in a cloak and bonnet, you s pose?" asked she of her own thoughts. TAKING OUR AIRS. 57 Prudy and Dotty Dimple wore frocks of black and red plaid, white cloaks, and black hats with scarlet feathers. Horace was sat isfied that a finer group of children could not be found in the city. "Aunt Madge and I have no reason to be ashamed of them, I am sure," thought he, taking out his new watch every few minutes, not because he wished to show it, but for fear it was losing time. "How I wish we had Grace and Susey here ! and then I should have all my nieces," said Aunt Madge. "Is it possi ble these are the same children I used to see at Willowbrook? Here is my only nephew, that drowned Prudy on a log, grown tall enough to offer me his arm. (Why, Horace, your head is higher than mine !) Here is Prudy, who tried yester day didn t she? to go up to heaven on 58 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. a ladder, almost a young lady. Why, how old it makes me feel!" "But you don t look old," said Dotty, consolingly ; " you don t look married any more than Aunt Louise ?" P Here they took an omnibus, and the children interested themselves in watching the different people who sat near them. " Aren t you glad to come ?" said Dotty. " See that man getting out. What is that little thing he s switching himself with?" " That s a cane," replied Horace. " A cane ? Why, if Flyaway should lean on it, she d break it in two. Prudy, look at that man in the corner ; his cane is fun nier than the other one." Horace laughed. " That is a pipe, Dotty a meerschaum." " Well, I don t see much difference," said Miss Dimple; "New York is the queerest TAKING OUR AIRS. 59 place. Such long pipes, and such short canes !" Fly was too happy to talk, and sat look ing out of the window until an elegantly- dressed lady entered the stage, who at tracted everybody s attention ; and then Flyaway started up, and stood on her tiptoes. The lady s face was painted so brightly that even a child could not help noticing it. It was haggard and wrinkled, all but the cheeks, and those bloomed out like a red, red rose. Flyaway had never seen such a sight before, and thought if the lady only knew how she looked, she would go right home and wash her face. "What a chee-arming little girl!" said the painted woman, crowding hi between Aunt Madge and Flyaway, and patting the child s shoulder with her ungloved hand, which was fairly ablaze with jewels; "bee- youtiful !" 60 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. Flyaway turned quickly around to Aunt Madge, and said, in one of her very loud whispers, "What s the matter with her? She s got sumpin on her face." " Hush," whispered Aunt Madge, pinch ing the child s hand. " But there is," spoke up Flyaway, very loud in her earnestness ; " 0, there is sum- pin on her face sumpin red." There was " sumpin " now on all the other faces in the omnibus, and it was a smile. The lady must have blushed away down under the paint. She looked at her jew elled fingers, tossed her head proudly, and very soon left the stage. " Topknot, how could you be so rude?" said Horace, severely; "little girls should be seen, and not heard. 44 But she speaked to me first/" said Fly- TAKING OUR AIRS. 61 away. " I wasn t goin to say nufnn, and then she speaked." A young gentleman and lady opposite seemed very much amused. "I m afraid of your bright eyes, little dear. I ll give you some candy if you won t tell me how I look," said the young lady, showering sweetmeats into Flya- way s lap. " Why, I w r asn t goin to tell her how she looked," whispered Fly, very much surprised, and trying to nestle out of sight behind Horace s shoulder. "When they left the omnibus, the children had a discussion about the painted lady, and could not decide whether they were glad or sorry that Fly had spoken out so plainly. " Good enough for her," said Dotty. " But it was such a pity to hurt her feel- ings!" said Prudy. 62 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. "Who hurted em?" asked Fly, looking rather sheepish. " Poh ! her feelings can t be worth much," remarked Horace ; " a woman that ll go and rig herself up in that style." " She must be near-sighted," said Aunt Madge. " She certainly can t have the faintest idea how thick that paint is. She ought to let somebody else put it on." "But, auntie, isn t it wicked to wear paint on your cheeks ?" "No, Dotty, only foolish. That woman was handsome once, but her beauty is gone. She thinks she can make herself young again, and then people will admire her." " 0, but they won t; they ll only laugh." " Very true, Dotty ; but I dare say she never thought of that till this little child told her." TAKING OUR AIRS. 63 "Fly," said Horace, "You are doing a great deal of good going round hurting folks feelings." "Poor woman !" said Aunt Madge, with a pitying smile ; " she might comfort her self by trying to make her soul beautiful." " That would be altogether the best plan/ said Horace, aside to Prudy ; " she can t do much with her body, that s a fact ; it s too dried up." All this while they were passing elegant shops, and Aunt Madge let the children pause as long as they liked before the windows, to admire the beautiful things. " Whose little grampa is that ?" cried Fly, pointing to a Santa Glaus standing on the pavement and holding out his hands with a very pleasant smile; "he s all cov ered with a snow-storm." "He isn t alive," said Dotty; "and the t 64 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. snow is only painted on his coat in little dots/ " Well, I didn t spect he was alive, Dotty Dimple, only but he made believe he was. And O, see that hossy ! he s dead, too, but he looks as if you could ride on him." ^ This othei> window is the handsomest, Fly; don t I wish 1 had some of those beautiful dripping, red ear-rings ?" "Why, little sister," said Prudy, "I d as soon think of wanting a gold nose as those cat-tail ear-rings. What would Grand ma Kead say?" "Why, she d say < thee and <thou, I s pose, and ask me if I called em the or naments of meek and quiet spirits," said Dotty, with a slight carl of the lip. "Auntie, is it wicked to wear jewels, if your grandma s a Quaker ?" TAKING OUR AIRS. 65 " I think not ; that is, if somebody should give you a pair; but I hope somebody never will. It is a mere matter of taste, however. 0, children, . now I think of it, I ll give you each a little pin-money to spend, to-day, just as you like. A dollar each to Prudy and Dotty ; and, Horace, here is fifty cents for Flyaway." " 0, you darling auntie ! " cried the little Parlins, in a breath. Dotty shut this, the largest bill she had ever owned, into her red porte-monnaie, feeling sure she should never want for anything again that money can buy. " There, now, Hollis," said Fly, draw ing her mouth down and her eyebrows up ? " where s my skipt ? my skipt ? " " What ? A little snip like you mustn t have money," answered Horace, carelessly; " auntie gave it to me." 5 66 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. The moment lie had spoken the words, he was sorry, for the child was too young and sensitive to be trifled with. She never doubted that her great cruel brother had robbed her. It was too much. Her " dove s eyes " shot fire. Flyaway could be terri bly angry, and her anger was " as quick as a chain o lightning." Before any one had time to think twice, she had turned on her little heel, and was running away. With one impulse the whole party turned and followed. "Prudy and I haven t breath enough to run," said Aunt Madge. " Here we are at Stewart s. You ll find us in the rotunda, Horace. Come back here with Fly, as soon as you have caught her." As soon as he had caught her ! They were on Broadway, which was lined with people, moving to and fro. TAKING OUR AIRS. 67 Horace and Dotty had to push their way through the crowd, while little Fly seemed to float like a creature of air. " Stop, Fly ! Stop, Fly ! " cried Horace ; but that only added speed to her wings. " She s like a piece of thistle-down," laughed Horace ; " when you get near her you blow her away." " Stop, 0, stop," cried Dotty ; " Horace was only in fun. Don t run away from us, Fly." But by this time the child was so far off that the words were lost in the din. " Why, where is she ? I don t see her," exclaimed Horace, as the little blue figure suddenly vanished, like a puff of smoke. "Did she cross the street?" " I don t know, Horace. O, dear, I don t know." It was the first time a fear had entered 68 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. either of their minds. Knowing very little of the danger of large cities, they had not dreamed that the foolish little Fly might get caught in some dreadful spider s web. DOTTY HAVING HER OWN WAY. 69 CHAPTER Y. DOTTY HAVING HER OWN WAY. YES, Fly was out of sight ; that was cer tain. Whether she had turned to the right, or to the left, or had merely gone straight on, fallen down, and been trampled on, that was the question. How was one to find out? People enough to inquire of, but nobody to answer. Horace had as many thoughts as a drown ing man. How had he ever dared bring such a will-o -the-wisp away from home? How had his mother consented to let him ? His father had charged him, over and over, not to let go Fly s hand in the street. That did very well to talk about; but what 70 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. could yon do with a child that wasn t made of flesh and blood, bnt the very lightest kind of gas ? " Dotty, turn down this street, and I ll keep on np Broadway. No no; you d get lost. "What shall we do? Go just where I do, as hard as you can run, and don t lose sight of me." Dotty began to pant. She could not keep on at this rate of speed, and Horace saw it. " You ll have to go back to Stewart s." " Where s Stewart s ? " gasped Dotty, still running. "Why, that stone building on Tenth Street, with blue curtains, where we .left auntie." "I don t know anything about Tenth Street or blue curtains." " But you ll know it when you get there. Just cross over " DOTTY HAVING HER OWN WAY. 71 "0, Horace Clifford, I can t cross over! There s horses and carriages every minute; and my mother made me almost promise I wouldn t ever cross over." "There are plenty of policemen, Dotty; they ll take you by the shoulder " "0, Horace Clifford, they shan t take me by the shoulder! S pose I want em marching me off to the lockup ? " screamed Dotty, who believed the lockup was the chief end and aim of policemen. " Well, then, I don t know anything what to do with you," said Horace, in despair. It seemed very hard that he should have the care of this willful little cousin, just when he wanted so much to be free to pursue Flyaway. " If you won t go back to Stewart s, you won t. Will you go into this shop, then, and wait till I call for you ? " 72 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. " You ll forget to call." " I certainly won t forget." "Well, then, I ll go in; but I won t promise to stay. I want to help hunt for Fly just as much as you do." "Dotty Dimple, look me right in the eye. I can t stop to coax you. I m fright ened to death about Fly. Do you go into this store, and stay in it till I call for you, if it s six hours. If you stir, you re lost. Do you hear ? " "Yes, I hear. H m, he thinks my ears are thick as ears o corn? No holes in em to hear with, I s pose ! Horace Clif ford hasn t got the say o me, though. I can go all over town for all o him ! " "What will you have, my little lady?" said a clerk, bowing to Dotty. "I don t want anything, if you please, sir. There was a boy, and he asked me DOTTY HAVING HER OWN WAY. 73 to stay here while he went to find some thing." " Very well ; sit as long as you please." " Screwed right down into the floor, this piano stool is," thought Dotty; "makes it real hard to sit on, because you can t whirl it. Guess I ll walk round a while. Why, if here isn t a window right in the floor ! Strong enough to walk on. There s a man going over it with big boots and a cane. I can look right down into the cellar. Only just I can t see any thing, though, the glass is so thick." Dotty watched the clerks measuring off yards of cloth, tapping on the counter, and calling out, " Cash." It was rather funny, at first, to see the little boys run; but Dotty soon tired of it. " Horace is gone a long while," thought she, going to the door and looking out. 74 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. " lie has forgotten to call, or he s forgot ten where he left me, or else he hasn t found Fly. Dear, dear! I can t wait. I ll jost go out a few steps, and p rhaps I ll meet em. * She walked out a little way, seeing nothing but a multitude of strange faces. " Well, I should think this was queer ! , I ll go right back to that store, and sit down on the piano stool. If Horace Clif ford can t be more polite ! Well, I should think!" Dotty went back, and entered, as she supposed, the store she had left; but a great change had come over it. It had the same counters, and stools, and goods on lines, marked "Selling off below cost;" but the men looked very different. " I don t see how they could change round so quick," thought Dotty; "I haven t been gone more n a minute." DOTTY HAVING HER OWN WAY. 75 "What shall I serve you to, mees," said one of them, with a smile that was all black eyes and white teeth. Dotty thought he looked very much like Lina Eosenbugs brother; and his hair was so shiny and sticky, it must have been dipped in mo lasses. She answered him with some confusion. " I don t want anything. I was the girl, you know, that the boy was going some where to find something." The man smiled wickedly, and said, "Tees, mees." In an instant it flashed across Dotty that she had got into the wrong store. Where was the glass window she had w r alked on? They couldn t have taken that out while she w r as gone. The floor was whole, and made of nothing but boards. " Well, it s very queer stores should be twins," thought Dotty. 76 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. She entered the next one. It was not a "twin ;" it was full of books and pictures. " Why didn t Horace leave me here, in the first place, it was so much nicer. And they let people read and handle the pic tures. O, they have the goldest-lodkii*m things ! " How shocked Prudy would have been, if she had seen her little sister reaching up to the counter, and turning over the leaves of books, side by side with grown people ! Miss Dimple was never very bashful ; and what did she care for the people in New York, who never saw her before? She soon became absorbed in a fairy story. Seconds, minutes, quarters ; it was a whole hour before she came to herself enough to remember that Horace was to call for her, and she was not where he had left her. "But he can t scold; for didn t he keep me waiting, too ? Now I ll go back." DOTTY HAVING HER OWN WAY. 77 The next place she entered was a cigar store. "I might have known better than to go in ; for there s that wooden Indian stand ing there, a-purpose to keep ladies out !" " 0, here s a Sample Room. Now this \must be the place, for it says Push, on the green door, just as the other one did." What was Dotty s astonishment, when she found she had rushed into a room which held only tables, bottles, and glasses, ; and men drinking something that smelt like hot brandy ! "I shan t go into any more Sample ! Rooms/ I didn t know a Sample meant whiskey ! But, I do declare, it s funny where my store is gone to." The child was going farther and farther away from it. "Here is one that looks a little like it 78 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. Any way, I can see a glass window in there, on the floor/ A lady stood at a counter, folding a piece of green velvet ribbon. Dotty deter mined to make friends with her ; so she went up to her, and said, in a low voice, " "Will you please tell me, ma am, if I m the same little girl that was in here before? No, I don t mean so. I mean, did I go into the same store, or is this a different one ? Because there s a boy going to call for me, and I thought I d better know." Of course the lady smiled, and said it might, or might not be the same place;, but she did not remember to have seen Dotty before. ""What was the number of the stores The boy ought to have known." " But I don t believe he did," replied Dotty, indignantly; "he never said a word DOTTY HAVING HER OWN WAY. 79 to me about numbers. I m almost afraid I ll get lost !" "I should be quite afraid of it, child. "Where do you live ?" "In Portland, in the State of Maine. Prudy and I came to New York : our auntie sent for us I know the place when I see it; side of a church with ivy ; but 0, dear ! Pm afraid the stage don t stop there. She s at Mr. Stewart s she and Prudy." " Do you mean Stewart s store ?" " 0, no m ; it s a man she knows/ re plied Dotty, confidently; " he lives in a blue house." The lady asked no more questions. If Dotty had said "Stewart s store," and had remembered that the curtains were blue, and not the building, Miss Kopper would have thought she knew what to do ; 80 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. she would have sent the child straight to Stewart s. "Poor little thing!" said she, twisting the long curl, which hung down the back of her neck like a bell-rope, and looking as if she cared more about her hair than she cared for all the children in Portland. " The best thing you can do is to go right into the druggist s, next door but one, and look in the City Directory. Do you know your aunt s husband s name?" " 0, yes m. Colonel Augustus Allen, Fiftieth Avenue." "Well, then, there ll be no difficulty. Just go in and ask to look in the Direc tory ; they ll tell you what stage to take. "Now I must attend to these ladies. Hope you ll get home safe." "A handsome child," said one of the ladies. "Yes, from the country," replied DOTTY HAVING HER OWN WAY. 81 Miss Kopper with a sweet smile; "I have just been showing her the way home." Ah, Miss Kopper, perhaps you thought you were telling the truth ; but instead of relieving the country child s perplexity, you had confused her more than ever. What should Dotty Dimple know about a City Directory ? She forgot the name of it before she got to the druggist s. "Please, sir, there s something in here, may I see it? that shows folks where they live/ " A policeman ? " "No; 0, no, sir." After some time, the gentleman, being rather shrewd, surmised what she wanted, and gave her the book. "Not that, sir," said Dotty, ready to cry. Perhaps you will be as ready to laugh, 6 82 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. when you hear that the child really sup posed a City Directory was an instrument that drew out and shut up like a telescope, and, by peeping through it, she could see the distant home of Colonel Allen, on " Fiftieth Avenue." The apothecary did not laugh at her; but, being a kind man, and, moreover, not having curls hanging down his neck which needed attention, he gave his whole care to Dotty, found an omnibus for her, told the driver just where to let her out, and made her repeat her uncle s street and num ber till he thought there was no danger of a mistake, DOTTY REBUKED. 83 CHAPTER VI. DOTTY REBUKED. ONE would have thought that now all Dotty s troubles were over; and so they would have been, if she had not tried so hard to remember the number. She said it over and over so many times, that all of a sudden it went out of her mind. It was like rolling a ball on the ground, back ward and forward, till most unexpectedly it pops into a hole. Very much frightened, Dotty bit her lip, twirled her front hair, and pinched her left cheek all in vain; the number wouldn t come. "0, dear, what ll I do? I d open that cellar door, where the driver is; but he s 84 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. all done up in a blue cape, and don t know anything only how to whip his horses. And there don t anybody know where anybody lives in this city ; so it s no use to ask. For what do they care ? They d tell you to look in the Dictionary. There s nobody in Portland ever told me to look in a Dictionary. Here they are, sitting round here, just as happy, all but me. They all live in a number, and they know what it is ; but they keep it to them selves, they don t tell. It always makes people feel better to know where they re going to. When I m in Portland I know how to get to Park Street, and how to get to Munjoy, and how to get to Back Cove, with my eyes shut. But they don t make things as they ought to in New York. You can t find out what to do." So the stage rumbled, and Dotty grum- DOTTY REBUKED. 85 bled. Presently a lady in an ermine cloak got out, and Dotty did not know of any thing better to do than to follow, She certainly was on Fifth Avenue, and perhaps, if she walked on, she should come to the number, " There isn t any house along here that looks like auntie s," said she, anxiously; " only they all look like it some. I never saw such a place as this city So many same things right over and over ; and then, when you go into em, its just as differ ent, and not the place you s posed it was." Here Dotty ran up some steps, and rang a bell. She thought the damask curtains looked familiar. " No,- no," cried she, running down again, as fast as the mouse ran down the clock ; " my auntie don t keep onions in her bay * indow, I hope !" 86 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. It was hyacinth bulbs, in glass vases, which had excited Dotty s disgust. " 0, I guess I m on the wrong side of the street ; no wonder I can t find the house. There, I see a chamber window open ; our chamber window was open. I m going to cross over and get near enough to see if there s a little clock on the shelf that ticks HKC a dog wagging his tail." No, there was no clock of any sort, and where the shelf ought to be was a baby s crib. "Well, any way, here s that beautiful church, with ivy round it ; it s ever so near auntie s ; so I ll keep walking." Dotty was right when she said the church was near auntie s it was within three doors; but she was wrong when she kept walking precisely the wrong way. She crossed over to Sixth Avenue. Now, where DOTTY REBUKED. 87 were the brown houses ? She saw the horse-cars plodding along, and tried to read the words on them. < Sixth Ave. and Fifty-Ninth Street. "Why, what s an ave ? I never heard ot such a thing before; we don t have Caves in Portland. There are ever so many people getting out of that car. While it stops, I ll peep in, and see where it s going to. Perhaps there s a name inside that tells." And, with her usual rashness, Dotty stepped upon the platform of the car, and looked in. What she expected to see she hardly knew, perhaps " Aunt Madge s House," in gold letters ; but what she really saw was, " No Smoking;" those two words, and nothing more. " Well, who wants to smoke ? I m sure 1 don t," thought Dotty, disdainfully, and 88 LITTLE FOLKS ASTKAY. was turning to step off the platform, when Horace Clifford seized her by the shoulder. " Where did you come from, you runa way V said he, gruffly. Close beside him were Aunt Madge and Prudy ; all three were getting out of the car. " Thank Heaven, one of them is found," cried Aunt Madge, her face very pale, her large eyes full of trouble. Prudy kissed and scolded in the same breath. "0, Dotty Dimple, you d better believe we re glad to see you? but what a naughty girl ! A pretty race you ve led Horace, and he just wild about Fly !" "H m! what d he go off for, then, and leave me there, sitting on a piano stool ? S pose Ps going to sit there all day? Didn t I want to go home as much as the rest of you." DOTTY REBUKED. 89 " And how did you get home? I d like to know that," said Horace, walking on with great strides, and then coming back again to the "ladies;" for his anxiety about his little sister would not allow him to behave calmly. " I rode." "You weren t in the car we came in." ",N-o; I just happened to be peeking in there you know. But I came in an omnibius" "It is wonderful/ said Aunt Madge, look ing puzzled, "that you ever knew what omnibus to take." Dotty looked down to see if her boot was buttoned, and forgot to look up again. "Well, / shouldn t have known one omnibius, as you call it, from another," said Prudy, lost in admiration. "Why, Dotty, how bright you are! And there 90 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. we were, so afraid about you, and spoke to a policeman to look you up/ "I wouldn t let a p liceman catch me," said Dotty, tossing her head. "But haven t you found Fly yet?" They were at home by this time, and Horace was ringing the bell. "No, the dear child is still missing; but the police are on her track," said Aunt Madge, looking at her watch. "It is now one o clock. Keep a good heart, Horace, my boy. John shall go straight to the telegraph office, and wait there for a de spatch. Don t you leave us, dear; we can t spare you, and you can do no good." Horace made no reply, except to tap the heels of his boots together. He looked utterly crushed. A large city was just as strange to him as it was to Dotty, and he could only obey his aunt s orders, and DOTTY REBUKED. 91 try to hope for the best. Dotty seemed to be the only one who felt like saying a word, and she talked incessantly. " 0, what d you send the p lice after her for? To put her in the lockup, and make her cry and think she s been naughty? It s the awfulest city that ever I saw. Folks might send her home, if they were a mind to, but they won t. They don t care what comes of you. There s cars and s f ages going to which ways, and nothing but 6 ]$k) Smoking/ inside. And I went and peeped in at a window, and there was onions! And how d I know where to go to? There was a girl with a long curl, and she said, Go to the Apothecary s; and what would Fly have known where she meant? And he looked in a Diction ary, and put me in a stage, I was going to tell you about that when I got ready, 92 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. and asked me if I had ten cents, and I had; and then I forgot what the number was, and that was the time I saw the onions, or I should have gone right into somebody s else s house. And I knew there was a church with ivy round, but Fly don t know; she s nothing but a baby. And I should have thought, Horace Clifford, you might have given her that money! That was what made her run off; you was real cruel, and that s why I wouldn t mind what you said. And and " "Hush," said Aunt Madge, brushing back a spray of fair curls, which the wind had tossed over her forehead. "I don t allow a word of scolding in my house. If you don t feel pleasant, Dotty, you may go into the back yard and scold into a hole." Dotty stopped suddenly. She knew her aunt was. displeased; she felt it in the tones of her voice. DOTTY REBUKED. 93 "Dotty, the wind has been at play with your hair as well as mine. Suppose we both go up stairs a few minutes ? " "There, auntie s going to reason with me," thought Dotty, winding slowly up the staircase ; " I didn t suppose she was one of that kind." " No dear, I m not one of that kind," said Mrs. Allen, roguishly; for she saw just what the child was thinking. " I come not here to talk. All I have to say is this : Disobey again, and I send you home immediately." " Yes m," said the little culprit, blushing crimson. "JSTow, brush your hair, and let us go down." This was the only allusion Mrs. Allen ever made to the subject; but after this, she and Dotty understood each other perfectly. Dotty had learned, once for all, that her aunt was not to be trifled with. LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. The child really was ashamed thor oughly ashamed; but do you suppose she admitted it to Horace? Not she. And he, so full of aDguish concerning the lost Fly, found not a word of fault; scarcely even thought of his naughty cousin at all. THE LOST FLY. 95 CHAPTER VII. THE LOST FLY. Now we must go back and see what has become of the little one. At first her heart had swollen with rage. Anger had set her going, just as a blow from a battledoor sends off a shuttlecock. And, once being started, the poor little shuttlecock couldn t stop. " Auntie gave me that skipt. Hollis is a very wicked boy ; steals skipt from little gee-urls. I don t ever want to see Hollis no more." What she meant to do, or where to go, she had no more idea than the blue clouds overhead. She had no doubt her brother 9G LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. was close behind, trying to overtake her. Her sole thought was, that she "wouldn t ever see Hollis no more." She knew noth ing could make him so unhappy as that. " I ll lose me, and then how ll he feel?" "Lose me!" A wild thought, gone in a moment ; but meanwhile she was already lost. "I hope auntie won t give Hollis nuffin to eat, cause he s took away my skipt; nuffin to eat but meat and vertato, athout any pie." Flyaway shook her head so hard, that the "war-plume" under her bonnet would have nodded, if the air could have got at it. "Why, where s Hollis?" said she, looking back, and finding, to her surprise, he was not to be seen. " I spected he d come. I thought I heard him walking ahind me." THE LOST FLY. 97 Flyaway s anger had died out by this time. It never lasted longer than a Fourth of July torpedo. "He didn t know I runned off. Guess I ll go back, and he ll give me the ekipt ; and then I ll forgive him all goody." A very nice plan ; only, instead of going back, she turned a corner, and tripped along towards University Place. She had twisted her head so much in looking for Horace, that it was completely turned round. And, besides, a little farther on was a man playing a harp, and a small boy a violin. Fly paused and listened, till she no longer remembered Horace or the " skipt." She forgot this was New York, and dreamed she had come to fairy-land. Her soul was full of music. Happy thoughts about nothing in particular made her smile and clap her hands. Birds, 98 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. flowers, Santa Clauses, Flipperties, and " pepnits " seemed to hover near. Some thing beautiful was just going to happen, she didn t know what. After the man had played for some time without attracting attention from any body but Flyaway and a poor old beggar woman, he put his harp in a green bag, slung it over his shoulder, and walked off. Flyaway followed without knowing it. Down Sixth Avenue went the music- man, and close at his heels went she. By and by she saw a little girl, no larger than herself, with a great bundle on her shoul ders. " You don t s pose she s got a music on her back? No, not a music; it s too soft -all swelled out in a bunch." Fly went nearer the little girl, to see what she was carrying; and as she did THE LOST FLY. 99 so, some gray coals, mixed with ashes, fell out of the bundle upon her nice cloak. " Why, she s been and carried off her mother s fireplace/ thought Fly, shaking her cloak in disgust; " what you s pose she wanted to do that for ? " But far from carrying off her mother s fireplace, the ragged little girl had only been picking up old coal out of barrels, and was taking it home to burn. It had already been burned once, and picked over and burned again, and thrown away ; but perhaps this poor child s mother could coax it into a faint glow, warm enough to fry a few potatoes. While Flyaway was shaking her cloak, and staring at some old silk dresses and bed-quilts, which were hung before a shop- rloor, the man with the harp on his back, r.nd the boy with a violin under his arm, 100 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. had turned a corner, and passed out of sight. Flyaway rubbed her eyes, and looked again. They must have gone down through the brick pavement, but she couldn t see any hole. Far away in the distance she heard their music again, and it did not come from under ground. She ran to overtake it, and turned into Bleecker Street. No music-man there, but a good supply of oranges and apples. "Needn t folks put their hands in, and take some out the barrels ? Then why for did the folks put em ou doors?" While pondering this grave question, she was jostled by a man carrying a rock ing-chair, and very nearly fell down stairs into an oyster-saloon. A minute more and she was back on Broadway, the very street where Aunt Madge and Prudy were wait ing for her, but so much lower down that she might as well have been in the State of Maine. "Now, I ll go find my Hollis," said she turning another corner, and running the wrong way with all her might. Past can dy-stalls, past toy-shops, past orange- wagons. Hark, music again ! Not the soft strains of a harp, but the stirring notes of bugle, fife, and drum. Fly kept time with her feet. "Here we go marchin on," hummed she. But the crowd " marchin on" with her was a strange one. Carts full of ham mers, pincers, and all sorts of iron tools, and men in gray shirts, with black caps on their heads. Some of the men had banners, with great black words, such as "Equal Eights," or something like them, in German; but of course Fly could not tell one letter from another. She only FOkKS ASTRAY. knew it was all very "homebly/ in spite of the music. She began to think she had better get away as soon as she could ; so she tried to cross the street, but some one held her back; it was a lady, carrying a small dog in her arms, like a baby. " Don t go there, child ; that s a strike, you ll get killed." Fly knew but one meaning for the word strike; and, tearing herself from the lady, ran screaming down Broadway, with the thought that every man s hand was against her. On she went, ^nd on went the strike, close behind her. A little while ago she had been following music, and now music was following her. But the fifes and drums were rather slow, and Flyaway s feet were very swift ; so it was not long before the gray men, with their white ban- THE LOST FLY. 103 ners and clattering carts, were far behind her. No danger now that any of the wicked creatures would strike her; so she slackened her pace. She did begin to wonder why she had not found Horace ; still, she was not at all alarmed, and there was a dreadful din in the streets, which confused her thoughts. It seemed as if people were making it on purpose. Once, at Willowbrook, she had heard boys banging tin pans, grinding cof fee mills, and pounding with mortars. She had liked that, they called it the " Calathumpian Band," and she liked this too ; it sounded about as uproarious. While she sauntered along, spying won ders, her eye was attracted by some bal ancing-toys, which a man was showing off* at one of the corners. What a pleasant man he was, to set them spinning just to 104 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. amuse little girls ! Fly was delighted with one wee soldier, in a blue coat with brass buttons, who kept dancing and bowing with the greatest politeness. " Captain Jinks, of the horse-marines," said the toy-man, introducing him. "Buy him, miss; he ll make a nice little husband for you ; only fifteen cents." Fly felt quite flattered. It was the first time in her life any one had ever asked her to buy anything, and she thought she must have grown tall since she came from Indiana. She put her fingers in her mouth, then took them out, and put them in her pocket. " Here s my porte-monnaie-ry/ said she, dolefully; " but I haven t but two cents no more. Hollis carried it off." " Well, well, run along, then. Don t you see you re right in the way 1" THE LOST FLY. 105 Fly, was surprised and grieved at the change in the man s tone : she had expect ed he would pity her for not having any money. " Come here, you little lump of love," called out a mellow voice ; and there, close by, sat a wizened old woman, making flow ers into nosegays. She had on a quilted hood as soft as her voice, but everything else about her was as hard as the door-stone she sat on. " See my beautiful flowers," said the old crone, pointing to the table before her; "who cares for them jumping things over yonder ? I don t." The flowers were tied in bouquets sweet violets, rosebuds, and heliotrope. Fly, whose head just reached the top of the table, smelt them, and forgot the " little husband, for fifteen cents." 106 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. " He s a cross man, dearie/ said the old woman, lowering her voice, " or he wouldn t have sent you off so quick, just because you hadn t any money. Now, I love little girls, and I ll warrant we can make some kind of a trade for one of my posies." Fly smiled, and quickly seized a bouquet with a clove pink in it. " IsTot so fast, child ! What you got that you can give me for it ? I don t mind the money. That old pocket-book will do, though tain t wuth much/ It was very surprising to Fly to hear her port-monnaie called old ; for it was bought last week, and was still as red as the cheeks of the painted lady. " I don t dass to give folks my porte- monnaie-ry," said she, clutching it tighter, but holding the flowers to her nose all the while. THE LOST FLY. 107 "0, fudge ! Well, what else you got in your pocket ? A handkerchief ? " " No, my hangerfiss is in my muff/ "That? Why, there isn t a speck o lace on it. Nice little ladies always has lace. Here s a letter in the corner; what is it?" " Hollis says it s K ; stands for Fly away." " Well, you re such a pretty little pink, I guess I ll take it ; but tain t wuth lookin at," said the crafty old woman, who saw at a glanoe it was pure linen, and quite fine. "Now run along, baby; your mummer will be waitin for you." Fly walked on slowly. Ought she to have parted with her very best hangerfiss ! " Nice ole lady, loved little gee-urls ; but what you s pose folks was goin to cry into now ? " 108 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. Tears started at the thought. One of them dropped into the eye of the squirrel, who sat on the muff, peeping up into her face. "Nice ole lady, I s pose ; but folks never wanted to buy my hangerfisses by- fore ! " thought Fly, much puzzled by the state of society in New York. "And I ve got some beau-fler flowers to my auntie s house. "Wake up wake up ! " added she, blowing open a pink rose-bud ; " you s too little for me." But the bud did not wish to wake up and be a rose ; it curled itself together, and went to sleep again. "I don t see where Hollis stays to all the time/ exclaimed the little one, begin ning to have a faint curiosity about it. THE FRECKLED DOG. 109 CHAPTEK VIII. " THE FRECKLED DOG." BUT just then a gentle-looking blind girl came along led by a dog. The sight was so strange that Flyaway stopped to ad mire ; for whatever else she might be afraid of, she always loved and trusted a dog. u Doggie, doggie/ cried she, patting the little animal s head. " 0, what a sweet voice," said the blind girl, putting out her hand and groping till she touched Fly s shoulder. " I never heard such a voice !" This was what strangers often said, arid Flyaway never doubted the sweet 110 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. ness was caused by eating so much candy ; but just now she had had none for two days. " What makes you shut your eyes up, right in the street, girl ? Is the seeingness all gone out of em ?" " Yes, you darling. I haven t had any seeingness in my eyes for a year." "You didn t? Then you s blind-eyed," returned Flyaway, with perfect coolness. "And don t you feel sorry for me not a bit V" "No, cause your dog is freckled so pretty." "But I can t see his freckles." " Well, he s got em. Little yellow ones, spattered out all over him." "But if I had eyes like you, I shouldn t need any dog. I could go about the streets alone." THE FRECKLED DOQ. Ill " Well, I don t like to go bout the streets alone; I want my own brother Ilollis." "I hope you haven t got lost, little dear ?" "No," laughed Fly, gayly; "I didn t get lost ! But I don t know where nobody is ! And there don t nobody know where I am!" The blind girl took Fly s little hand tenderly in hers. " Come, turn down this street with me, and tell me all about it." Fly trudged along, prattling merrily, for about a minute : then she drew away. " Tisn t a nice place; I don t want to go there." A look of pain crossed the blind girl s face. "No, I dare say you don t. It isn t much of a place for folks with silk bon nets on." 112 LITTLE FOLKS ASTBAY. "You can t see my bonnet; you can t see anything, you re blind-eyed; but/ said Fly, glancing sharply around, " it isn t pretty here, at all ; and there s a dead cat right in the street/ " Yes, I think likely." "And there s a boy. I spect he frowed the cat out the window ; he hasn t nuffin on but dirty doe s." " Do you see some steps ?" said the blind girl, putting her hand out cautious ly. "Don t fall down." " I shan t fall down ; I m going home." "0, don t child; you must come with me. My mother will take care of you." " I don t want nobody s mother to take are o me ; I ve got a mamma myself!" "How little you know!" said the blind girl, thinking aloud; "how lucky it is I found you! and 0, dear, how I wish I THE FRECKLED DOG. 113 could see! You ll slip away in spite of me." But Flyaway allowed herself to be drawn along, step by step, partly because she liked the " freckled dog/ and partly be cause she had not ceased being amused by the droll sight of a person walking with closed eyes. "What s the name of you, girl?" " Maria." " Maria? So was my mamma; her name was Maria, when she was a little girl. O, look, there s another boy; don t you see him? Up high, in that house. Got a big box with a string to it." A. very rough-looking boy was standing at a third-story window, lowering a band box by a clothes-line. As Fly watched the box slowly coming down, the boy called out, 8 114 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. "Get in, little un, and I ll give you a free ride." "0, no 0, no; I don t dass to." "Yes, yes; go in, lemons," said the boy, choking with laughter, as he saw the child s horror. "If you don t do it, by cracky, I ll come down and fetch you." At this, Fly was frightened nearly out of her senses, and ran so fast that the dog could scarcely have kept up with her, even if he had not had a blind mistress pulling him back. "0, where are you?" exclaimed Maria. " Don t run away from me, don t!" "He s a-gon to kill me in two," cried Flyaway, stopping for breath f "he s a-gon to kill me in two-oo ! " "No, he isn t, dear! It s only Izzy Paul. He couldn t catch you, if he tried. He s lame, and goes on crutches." THE FRECKLED DOGL 115 "But he said a swear word, yes lie, did," sobbed the child, never doubting that a boy who could swear was capable of mur der, though he had neither hands nor feet. " Stop, now," said Maria, clutching Fly as if she had been a spinning top. " This is my house. Mother, mother, here s a little girl; catch her hold her keep her!" "Me? "What should I catch a little girl for?" said Mrs. Brooks, a faded woman with a tired face, and a nose that moved up and down when she talked. She had been standing at the door of their tumble down tenement, looking for her daughter, and was surprised to see her bringing a strange child with her. It was not often that well-dressed people wandered into that dirty alley. "The poor little thing has got lost, 116 LITTLE FOLKS ASTEAY. mother. Perhaps you can find out where she came from. I didn t ask her any questions; it was as much as I could do to keep up with her." Maria put her hand on her side. Fast walking always tired her, for she was afraid every moment of falling. They had to go down a flight of stairs to get into the house; and after they got there Fly looked around in dismay. "I don t want to stay in the stable," she murmured. Indeed it was not half as nice as the place where her father kept his horse. "But this is where we have to live," sighed Maria. "Have things to eat?" asked the little stranger, in a solemn whisper. There were a few chairs with broken backs, a few shelves with clean dishes, THE FRECKLED DOG. 117 a few children with hungry faces. In one corner was a clumsy bedstead, and in a tidy bed lay a pale man. " Who ve you got there, Maria ?" said he. " Bring her along, and stick her up on the bed." " Don t be afraid," said Mrs. Brooks ; " it s only pa; wouldn t the little girl like to talk to him ? He s sick." Flyaway was not at all afraid, for the man smiled pleasantly, and did not look as if he would hurt anybody. Mrs. Brooks set her on the bed, and Maria, afraid of losing her, held her by one foot. The children all crowded around to see the little lady in a silk bonnet holding a button-hole bouquet to her bosom. "Ain t she a ducky dilver!" said the oldest boy. " Pa ll be pleased, for he don t see things much. Has to keep abed all the time." 118 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. Mr. Brooks tried to smile, and Flyaway whispered to Maria, with sudden pity, " Sorry he s sick. Has he got to stay sick? Can t you find the camphor bottle?" " 0, father, she thinks if yen had some camphor to smell of, twould cure you." Then they all laughed, and Fly timidly offered the sick man her flowers. " What, that pretty posy for me ? Bless you, baby, they ll do me a sight more good than camfire !" " There," said Maria, joyfully, " new pa is pleased ; I know by the sound of his voice. Poor pa ! only think, little girl, a stick of timber fell on him, and lamed him for life !" " Yes," said Bennie, " the lower part of him is as limber as a rag." "She don t sense a word you say," re marked Mrs. Brooks, shaking up a pillow, THE FRECKLED DOG. 119 " See what we can get out of her. What s your name, dear ?" "Katie Clifford." " Where do you live ?/ " I have been borned in Nindiana." Fly spoke with some pride. She con sidered her birth an honor to the state. " But where did you come from, Katie ? That s what we mean." " I earned from heaven/ said the child, with one of her wise looks. "Beats all, don t she?" cried Mr. Brooks, admiringly. "Looks like an angel, I de clare for t. -Did you just drop down out of the sky?" "No, sir," answered Flyaway, folding her little hands as if she were saying her prayers; "I earned down when I was a baby." "That s what makes your hair so goldy" 120 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY, said Bemrie. " Mother, did you ever see such eyes? Say, did you ever? So soft, and kinder shiny, too." "Children, don t stare at her; it makes her uneasy." "/ can t stare at her," said Maria, bit terly. "I suppose you don t mean me, mother." Mrs. Brooks only answered her poor daughter by a kiss. " Well, little Katie, after you were born in Ninduma, you came to New York. When did you come ?" "One of these other days I earned here with Hollis." Who s Hollis?" "He s my own brother. Got a new cap. Had his hair cut." "Who did you come to New York to see? 7 THE FRECKLED DOG. 121 " My auntie*" "Her auntie! A great deal of satisfac tion we are likely to get out of this child," said Mr. Brooks, laughing. He had not laughed before for a week. " What s your auntie s name ? " "Aunt Madge." "Is she married?" " 0, yes ; and so s Uncle Gustus. Mar ried together, and live together, just the same/ " Uncle Gustus who ? Now we ll come at it ! " " Ailing/* replied Fly, her quick eyes roving about the room, for she was tired of these questions. "Allen, Augustus Allen !" said Mr. Brooks, in surprise ; " I wonder if there can be two of them. Tell me, child, how does he look ? " 122 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. " Don t look like you," replied Fly, after a keen survey of Mr. Brooks. "Your face is pulled away down long, like that " (stretching her hand out straight). " Uncle Gustus s face is squeezed up short " (dou bling her hand into a ball). "I ll warrant it is the colonel himself," said Mrs. Brooks, smiling at the descrip tion. " Yes, that s the name of him ; the ker- nilV the name of him." "Is it possible!" said Mr. Brooks, look ing very much pleased, "Uncle Gustus has curly hair on his cheeks, on his mouf, all round. Not little prickles, sticking out like needles." " 0, you girl ! " said Bennie, frowning at Fly. "You mustn t laugh at my pa s beard. There s a man comes in, some times, and shaves him nice ; but now the man s gone to Newark." THE FRECKLED DOG. 123 " Is it possible," repeated Mrs. Brooks, taking the child s hand, " that this is Colo nel Allen s little niece, and rny Maria found her!" " Your Maria didn t find me," said Fly, decidedly; " I founded Maria." "So she did, pa. The first thing I knew, I heard somebody calling, Dog gie, doggie/ in such a sweet voice; and then I looked no, of course I couldn t look." Here the discouraged look came over Maria s mouth, and she said no more. " There, there, cheer up, daughter," said Mr. Brooks, with tears in his eyes ; " I was only going on to say, it is passing strange that mny of our family should rim afoul of one of the colonel s folks/ " It s the Lord s doings ; I haven t tha slightest doubt of it," said Mrs. Brooks, 124 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. earnestly. "You know what I ve been saying to you, pa." "There, there, ma am, don t," said Mr. Brooks ; " don t go to raising false hopes. You know I m too proud to beg of any body s folks." " Why, pa, I shouldn t call it begging just to tell Colonel Allen how you are sit uated ! Do you suppose, if he knew the facts of the case, he d be willing to let you suffer ? Such a faithful man as you used to be to work." "No, I think it s likely he wouldn t. He s got more heart than some rich folks ; but I hain t no sort of claim on the colonel, if I did help build his house. And then, ma am, you know I ve been kind o hopin " "Guess I ll go now, and find Hollis," THE FRECKLED DOG. 125 said Fly, slipping down from the bed, for the talk did not interest her. " 0, but I want to go with you, Katie," said Mrs. Brooks, coaxingly. " Bennie, you amuse her, while I change my dress." 126 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. CHAPTER IX. MARIA S MOTHER. "I KNOW your uncle must feel dread fully to lose you; but never mind : he H see you soon," said Mr. Brooks. "0, Uncle Gustus isn t there." " Not there ?" said Mrs. Brooks, turning round from the cracked looking-glass. " Where then?" " 0, he s gone off." " Gone off? "Why, pa, ain t that too bad? I m right up and down disappointed. But, then, the colonel has a wife ; I can go to see her, you know ; and I ll tell her just how you re situ " " My Aunt Madge is gone off, too." MARIA S MOTHER. 127 " You don t say so ! " "And my brother Hollis is gone/ " This is a funny piece of work if it s true," said Mr. Brooks, with another gen uine laugh ; " you d better ask her a few more questions before you start out. Who else is gone? Have they shut the house up?" " Yes, sir; shut it right up tight." " Nobody in it, at all ? " " No, only the men and women. Prudy s gone, and Dotty Dimple s gone, and I m gone." " Only the men and women, she says. That must be the servants. So the house must be open, pa. At any rate, I shall take her. Say by-bye, my pretty, and we ll be starting." Fly was very glad to go, but Maria clung to her fondly, and Bennie ran after 128 LITTLE FOtKS ASTRAY. her almost to Broadway, where Mrs. Brooks took a Fifth Avenue stage. She knew Colonel Allen s house very well, for she had seen it more than once, while it was in process of building. That was two or three years ago, when her husband was well, and the family lived very comforta bly on Thirty-third Street. She sighed as she thought how different it was now. Mr. Brooks would never be able to work any more ; they hardly had food enough to eat, and poor Maria had lost her eyesight. " Here we are, little Katie," said she. But the child did not wait to be helped out; she danced down the steps, and would have ffown across the street, if Mrs. Brooks had not caught her. "I see it I see it; my auntie s house. But there isn t nobody to it." The man who met them at the door was MARIA S MOTHER. 129 so surprised and delighted to see Fly, that he forgot his manners, and did not ask Mrs. Brooks in. " Bless us, the baby s found!" cried he, and ran to spread the news. Aunt Madge was walking the parlor floor, and Horace sitting on the sofa, as rigid as the marble elf Puck, just over his head. Prudy and Dotty had joined hands, and were crying softly on the rug. As the police had been notified of Fly s loss, all the family had to do was to wait. A ser vant was at the nearest telegraph office, with a horse and carriage, and at the first tidings would drive home and report. The words " The baby s found " rang through the house like a peal of bells. In an instant Flyaway Eunaway was clasped in everybody s arms, and wet with every body s tears. 9 130 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. " Thought I d come back," said the little truant, peeping up at her agitated friends with some surprise ; " thought I d come back and get my skipt ! " Then they exclaimed, in chorus, " Topknot shall have her skipt ! The blessed baby ! The darling old Fly ! " And Dotty wound up by saying, " Why, you see, we thought you s dead ! " Flyaway, who had at first been very much astonished at the fuss made over her, now looked deeply offended. "Who said Ps dead? What a drefful lie!" " 0, nobody said so, Fly ; only we thought p rhaps you was ; and what would we do without you, you know?" "Why, if I s dead," said Fly, untying her bonnet strings, " then the funy-yal would come round and take me ; that s all." MARIA S MOTHER 131 "We are most grateful to you/ said Aunt Madge, turning to Mrs. Brooks, " for bringing home this lost child; but do tell us where you found her/ Then Mrs. Brooks related all she knew of Fly s wanderings, the little one putting in her own explanations. "I didn be lost/ said she sharply. " I feel jus like frettin , when you say I s lost. Tis the truly truth; I s walking on the streets, and a naughty woman, she s got my hangerfiss had ashes roses on it." "Yes, I put some otto of rose on it this morning," said Prudy. " "What a shame ! " "And I gave my flowers to the sick man. He was on the bed, with a blue bed-kilt. A girl name o Maria, tookened me home. The seeingness is all gone out of her eyes, so she can t see/ 132 LITTLE FOLKS ASTKAY. "How long has your husband been sick?" asked Mrs. Allen of the woman, while she was taking lunch in the dining- room. "Did you tell me he knew Colonel Allen ?" Mrs. Brooks dropped her knife and fork; but her lips trembled- so she could not speak. Flyaway, who sat in Horace s lap, eating ginger-snaps, exclaimed, "She wants some perjerves, auntie. She don t get no perjerves, nor nuffin nice to her house." " Sh ! " whispered Horace. The woman looked so respectable and well bred, that it seemed a great rudeness to allude to her poverty. But Mrs. Brooks drank some water, and then answered Aunt Madge, calmly, "I m not ashamed of being poor, Mrs. Allen ; it s no disgrace, for there never was an honester man than my husband, nor MARIA S MOTHER. . 133 none that worked harder, till a beam fell on him from the roof of a house, two years ago, and he lost the use of his limbs. Yes, ma am ; he did use to know your husband. He was one of the workmen that helped build this house. I came and looked on when he was setting these very doors." " What is his name ? " asked Aunt Madge, looking very much interested, and taking out her note-book and pencil. " What street and number ? " " Cyrus Brooks, Number Blank, Blank Street, ma am. Before the accident, we lived on Thirty-third Street, in very good shape ; but, little by little, we were obliged to sell off, and finally had to move into pretty snug quarters. But we ve always got enough to eat, such as it was," added the good woman, trying not to show how much she enjoyed her lunch. 134 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. "I am very glad Providence has sent you here, Mrs. Brooks/ said Aunt Madge, warmly. " I know Colonel Allen will seek you out when he comes home next week ; but I shall not wait for that ; I shall write him this very night." Mrs. Brooks heart was so full that she had to cry into a coarse purple handker chief of Bennie s, which happened to be in her pocket, and felt very much ashamed because she could not find her voice again, or any words in which to tell her gratitude. It was just as well, though. Mrs. Allen knew words were not everything. It gave her pleasure to fill a huge basket with nice things wine and jelly for the sick man, plain food for the family, and a pretty woolen dress for Maria, which had been intended for Mrs. Fixfax, the housekeeper. The children looked on delighted, while MARIA S MOTHER. 135 the basket was filled with these articles, then passed over to Nathaniel, who was going home with Mrs. Brooks. It was amusing to watch Nathaniel, with the mon strous burden in his hands trying to help Mrs. Brooks down the front steps ; for Aunt Madge was not enough of a fine lady to send the pair around by the servants door. It was pleasant, too, to watch Mrs. Brooks s happy face, half hidden in the hood of her water proof cloak, which kept puffing out, in the high wind, like a sail. She was going home to tell her husband the Lord had heard her prayers, and she had found a friend. "And you may depend I never talked so easy to anybody in my life, pa;" this was what she thought she should say. " I didn t have to beg. Mrs. Allen is one of 136 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. the Lord s own ; I saw it the minute I clapped my eyes on her face." " I am going to see that woman to morrow, and ask some questions about her blind daughter/ said Aunt Madge, turning away from the window. " Ask bout her nose, too." " Whose nose, Fly ? " " The woman s. It keeps a-moving when she talks." "There, who else noticed that?" ex claimed Horace, tossing his young sister aloft. " It takes Fly, with her little eye, to see things." "But I didn t ask her nuffin bout it, though, Horace Clifford. God made her so, with a wire in." Everybody smiled at the notion of Mrs. Brooks being a wax doll. " What a queer day it has been ! " said MARIA S MOTHER. 137 Prudy. " Nothing but hide and seek. "We ll all keep together next time, and lock hands tight." " Of course," said Dotty, quickly; "but look here ; don t you think twould be safer not to let Fly go with us? She was the one that made all the fuss." " Want to know if she was," said Hor ace, slyly. " Guess there are two sides to that story." " At any rate," struck in Aunt Madge, " Fly was the one that did the most busi ness. You went round doing good didn t you, dear ?" "Little city missionary/ said Horace. Whereupon Miss Fly modestly dropped her head on her brother s shoulder. She concluded she had done something wonder ful in running after a dog. " On the whole," continued auntie," we ve 138 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. all had a very hard time. It s only three o clock; but seems to me the day has been forty hours long. Let us rest, now, and have a quiet little- evening, and go to bed early." FIVE MAKING A CALL. 139 CHAPTER X. FIVE MAKING A CALL. THE next morning everybody felt fresh, and ready for new adventures. " All going but the cat/ said Fly, never doubting that her own company was most desirable. "Look up in my eyes, little Topknot with the blue bonnet on. Will you run away from brother Hollis again ?" " Not if you don t take my skipt," re plied Fly, looking as innocent as a spring violet. "And look up in my eyes, Horace Clif ford. Will you run away from Cousin Dot ty, again?" said Miss Dimple, in a hurry 140 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. to speak before Aunt Madge came up to them, and before Horace had time for a joke. "I didn t run away from you, young lady, but I ran after you, if I remember, said Horace, dryly. " I don t mean to pur- sue you with my attentions to-day. You seem to be able to take care of yourself/ " Look," cried Aunt Madge, coming up to them with Prudy ; " did you ever before see a span of horses with a dog running between them T "Never," said Doty; "what splendid horses ! and don t the dog have to trot, to keep up ? How do you suppose he hap pened to get in there T " 0, he has been trained to it; dogs often are. Now, my young friends, it seems we have started for Brooklyn again ; but on our way to Fulton Ferry, I would FIVE MAKING A CALL. 141 like to stop and see the Brooks family. We must all go together, though. United we stand, divided we fall. "That s so," said Horace, as they entered the stage. " But, auntie, do you have perfect faith in the story that woman tells ? Perhaps her husband is only just lazy, and her daughter shams blindness. You know what humbugs some of em are. I ve read there s something they rub over their eyes, that gives em the appearance of being as blind as a bat." Prudy looked up at Horace with admira tion and respect. He spoke like a person of deep wisdom and wide experience. " We will see for ourselves what we think of the fami 7 y," said Aunt Madge. "H~ow," said she, after they had ridden a mile or two, " we must get out here, and walk a few blocks to the house. Fly, hold your brother s hand tight." 142 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. " There s the chamer where the boy lives that says swear w T ords ; and there s the boy, ahind the window." " Have a free ride, little girl ?" shouted Izzy Paul, laughing ; for he remembered faces as well as Fly did, and saw at once that it was the same child he had fright ened so the day before. But Fly never knew fear where Horace was; she clung to him, and peeped out boldly between her fingers. "When they went " down cellow," as she called it, into Mr. Brooks s house, Aunt Madge was surprised to see how bare it looked. But Dotty Dimple need not have held her skirts so tightly about her, and brushed her elbow so carefully when it hit against the wall; for the house was as clean as hands could make it. " Mrs. Brooks, I hope you will forgive FIVE MAKING A CALL. 143 me for coming down upon you with this little army/ said Mrs. Allen, with such a cheery smile that the sick man on the bed felt as if a flood of pure sunshine had burst into the room. He was so tired of lying there, day after day, like a great rag baby, and so glad to see anybody, especially the good lady w r ho, his wife said, was " so easy to talk to r "Auntie, look ! see the freckled doggie; and there s my flowers, true s you live/ cried Flyaway. " Yes, pa wanted them in a vial, close to his bed; it s the first he s seen this winter," said Maria, stroking Fly as if she had been a kitten. "You may be sure, little lady, it will be as I said ; they ll cure me full as quick as camphire. And, thank the Lord, I can see as well as smell," said Mr. Brooks, 144 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. with a tender glance at Maria, which made Horace feel ashamed of himself. The idea of that poor child s rubbing anything into her eyes ? Why, she looked like a wound ed bird that had been out in a storm. Her face was really almost beautiful, but so sad that you could not see it without a feeling of pity. "She looks as if she was walking irfher sleep/ thought Prudy, and turned away to hide a tear; for somehow there was a chord in her heart that thrilled strangely. That "slow winter" came back to her with a rush, and she was sure she knew how Maria felt. " She is blind, and I was lame ; but it is the same kind of a feeling. 0, how I wish I could help her!" Dotty was as sorry for Maria as she knew how to be, but she could not be FIVE MAKING A CALL. 145 as sorry as Prudy was; for she had never had any trouble greater than a sore throat. "I don t see why the tears don t come into my eyes as easy as they do into Pru- dy s," thought she, trying to squeeze out a salt drop ; " Mrs. Brooks ll think I don t care a speck; but I do care." As for wee Fly, she took Maria s blind ness to heart about as much as she did the murder of the Hebrew children off in Judea. " Pitiful bout her seeingness; but I wished I had such a beauful dog ! " Aunt Madge was struck with the ex alted expression of Maria s face. The child was only thirteen, but suffering had made her look much older. "My child," said she, putting her arm around the little girl, and drawing her 10 146 LITTLE EOLKS ASTHAY. towards her, "I know you see a great deal with your mind, even though your eyes are shut. Now, do tell me all about your misfortune, and how it happened, for I came on purpose to hear. 5 " Yes, we earned to purpose to hear," said Fly, from the foot-board of the bed, where she had perched and prattled every moment since she came in. "I founded Maria, and then I went up to her, and says I, Doggie, doggie ! " That was a pretty way to speak to her, I should think," said Dotty ; " but can t you just please to hush while auntie is talking ? " "As near as 1 can tell the story," said Mrs. Brooks, rattling the poor old coal- stove, for she always had to be moving something else, as well as her nose, when she talked, " she lost her sight by study- FIVE MAKING A GALL. 147 ing too hard, and then getting cold in her eyes/ "She was always a master hand to study," put in Mr. Brooks. Maria looked as if she wanted to run and hide. She did not like to have her father praise her before people. " Yes," said Mrs. Brooks," setting a chair straight; "and by and by the leds began to draw together, and she couldn t keep em open; and there was such a pain in her eyes, too, that I had to be up nights, bathing em in all kinds of messes." "Don t her nose jiggle?" whispered Fly to Horace. "Of course you took her to a good physician?" "Well, yes; we thought he was good. "We went to three, off and on, but she kept growing worse and worse. It was 148 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. about the time her father was hurt, and we spent an awful sight oil her, till we couldn t spend any more," "And it w r as all a cheat and a swindle," exclaimed Mr. Brooks, indignantly. " We d better have spent the money for a horse whip, and whipped them doctors with it! " "Don t, pa, don t! You see, Mrs. Al len, he gets so excited about it he don t know what he says." "I wonder you did not take her to the City Hospital, Mrs. Brooks. There she could be treated free of expense." "The fact is, we didn t dare to," re plied Mrs. Brooks, taking up an old shoe of Bennie s, and beginning to brush it; "there are folks that have told us it ain t safe; they try experiments on poor folks." " 0, I don t believe you need fear the City Hospital," said Mrs. Allen; "the phy- FIVE MAKING A CALL. 149 sicians there are honest men, and among the most skillful in the country." "But that s our feeling on the subject, ma am, you see," spoke up Mr. Brooks, so decidedly, that Aunt Madge saw it was of no use to say any more about it. " We don t want her eyes put out; there are times when she can just see a little glim mer, and we want to save all there is left." " There are times when she can see ? Then there must be hope, Mr. Brooks ! Let me take her to Dr. Blank; he can help her if any one can. "Well, now, I take it you re joking, Mrs. Allen. That is the very doctor I wanted her to see in the first place ; but they do say he d ask six hundred dollars for looking into her eyes while you d wink twice." 150 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. " You have been misinformed, Mr, Brooks; tie never asks anything of people who are unable to pay him. But even if he should in Maria s case, I promise to take the matter into my own hands, and settle the bill myself." " Mother, do you hear what she says ! " cried Mr. Brooks, forgetting himself, and trying to sit up in bed. But his \vife had broken down, and was polishing Bennie s shoe with her tears. . " 0, will you take me ? Can I go to that doctor ? " cried Maria, forgetting her timidity, and turning her sightless eyes towards Mrs. Allen with a joyful look, which seemed to glow through the lids. "Yes, dear child, I will take you with the greatest pleasure in life ; but remem ber, I don t promise you can be cured. Come with your mother, to-morrow morn- FIVE MAKING A CALL. 151 ing, at ten. "Will that do, Mrs. Brooks? And now, good by, all. Children, we must certainly be going." "God bless her," murmured the sick man, as the little party passed out. " Didn t I tell you she was an angel ? " said his wife. "No, mother; it s that little tot that s the angel. The Lord sent her on ahead to spy out the land; and afterwards there comes a flesh-and-blood woman to see it laid straight/ " Pa thinks that baby is a spirit made out of air," said Maria, laughing in high excitement. "And, mother, don t you really believe now the Lord did send her, just as much as if she dropped down out of the sky ? " "Yes, I hain t a doubt of it, Maria, but what the Lord had us in his mind 152 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. when he let the child slip off and get lost Pa, I m going to give you some of that blackberry cordial now: you look all gone." THE HEN-HOUSES. 153 CHAPTER XI. "THE HEN-HOUSES." "While the Brooks family were talking so gratefully, and Maria counting over the cookies and cups of jelly for the twentieth time, Fly, was holding on to Horace s thumb, saying, as she skipped along, " I hope the doctor ll take a knife, and pick Maria s eyes open, so she can see." " Precious little you care whether she can see or not," said Dotty. "I don t think Fly has much feeling, do you, Prudy ? not like you and I, I mean !" " Pshaw ! what do you expect of such a baby?" said Horace, indignantly. "You 154 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. never saw a child so full of pity as this one is, when she knows what to be sorry for, But a great deal she understands about blindness ! And why should she ? Look here, Topknot; which would you rather do ? Have your eyes put out, and lots of candy to eat, or, your .eyes all good, and not a speck of candy as long as you live?" "I d rawer have the candy thout blind- eyed?" "But supposing you couldn t have but one ?" Fly reflected seriously for half a minute, and then answered, "I d rawer have the candy with blind- eyed !" " There, girls, what did I tell you ?" " Cause I could eat the candy athout looking, you know," added Fly, shutting THE HEN-HOUSES. 155 her eyes, and putting a sprig of cedar in her mouth, by way of experiment. "You little goosie," said Prudy; "when xLunt Madge was crying so about Maria, I did think you were a hard-hearted thing to look up and laugh ; but now, I don t believe you knew any better/ " Hard-hearted things will soften," said auntie, kissing the baby s puzzled face, " Little bits of green apples, how hard they are ! but they keep growing mellow." "0, you little green apple/ cried Dotty, pinching Fly s cheek. " I was rather hard-hearted, if I remem ber, when I was an apple of that size/ continued Aunt Madge. "I could tell you of a few cruel things I said and did," " Tell them," said Horace ; " please fess." " Yes, auntie, naughty things are so in teresting. Do begin and. tell all about it." 156 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. "Not on the street, dears. Some time, during the holidays, I may turn story-tell er, if you wish it; but here we are at the ferry ; now look out for the mud." " 0, what a place," cried Fly, clinging to Horace, and trying to walk on his boots. " Just like where grampa keeps his pig !" " How true, little sister ! but you needn t use my feet for a sidewalk. I ll take you up in my arms. It snowed in the night; but that makes it all the muddier." " Yes, it doesn t do snow any good to fall into New York mud/ said Aunt Madge ; " it is like touching pitch." " I thought it felt like pitch/ remarked Dotty ; " sticks to your boots so." " But, then, overhead how beautiful it is !" said Prudy. I should think the dirty earth would be ashamed to look up at such a clear sky." THE HEX-HOUSES. 157 "But the sky don t mind/ returned Horace ; " it always overlooks dirt." "How very sharp we are getting!" laughed anntie; "we have begun the day brilliantly. Any more remarks from any body ?" " I should like to know," said Dotty, "what all those great wooden things are made for? I never saw such big hen houses before !" "Hear her talk!" exclaimed auntie. " Hen-houses, indeed ! Why, that is Ful ton Market. I shall take you through it when we come back. You can buy any thing in there, from a live eel to a book of poetry." " 4 In mud eel is, " quoted Horace. "Reck on I ll buy one, auntie, and carry it home in a piece of brown paper. I believe Dotty is fond of eels." 158 LITTLE FOLKS ASTKAY. "Fond of eels! "Why, Horace Clifford, you know I can t bear em, any more n a snake. If you do such a thing, Horace Clifford!" Here Prudy gave her talkative sister a pinch ; for they were surrounded by people, and Aunt Madge was giving ferry-tickets to a man who stood in a stall, and brushed them towards him into a drawer. "Does he stay in it all night?" whis pered Fly ; " he can t lie down, no more n a hossy can." "Here, child, don t try to get down out of my arms. I must carry you into the boat. Do you suppose I d trust those wee, wee feet to go flying over East River ?" "For don t we know she has wings on her heels ?" said Aunt Madge. Fly twisted around one of her little rubbers, and looked at it. She understood THE HEN-HOUSES. 159 the joke, but thought it too silly to laugh at. East River lay smiling in the sun, white with sails. "Almost as pretty as our Casco Bay/ said Dotty. " Winona; is that the boat we are going in ? But, Horace, you must cross to the other side, where it says Gentlemen s Cabin. "How kind you are to take care of me! Wish you d take as good care of yourself, Cousin Dimple." And Horace walked straight into the " Ladies Cabin." There were more men in it, though, than womem; so he had the best side of the argument. "Horace," said Aunt Madge, as they seated themselves, " where is your money ?" " Money? O, in the breast pocket of my coat." "But don t you remember, my boy, I 160 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. advised you to leave it at home? See that placard, right before your eyes/ 1 " Beware of Pickpockets ! " read Horace. " Well, auntie, I intend to beware/ Mrs. Allen did not like his lord-of-crea- tion tone. It was not exactly disrespect ful. He adored his aunt, and did not mean to snub her. At the same time he had paid no attention to her advice, and his cool, self-possessed way of setting it one side was very irritating. If Mrs. Allen had not been the sweetest of women, she would have enjoyed boxing his ears. " I wish he was two years younger, and then he would have to obey me," thought she ; " but I don t like to lay my com mands on a boy of fourteen." The truth was, Horace had a large swelling on the top of his head, known by the name of self-esteem ; and it had THE HEN-HOUSES. 161 got bruised a little the day before, when he was obliged to stand one side, and let his aunt manage about finding Flya way. "I suppose she thinks I m a ninny, just because I don t understand this bothersome city; but I reckon I know a thing or two, if I don t live in New York ! " And the foolish boy really took some satisfaction in slapping his breast pockets, and remarking to his friends, " Twould take a smart chap to get his hand in there without my knowing it, 0, Prudy, where s your wallet? And yours, Dotty ? I can carry them as well as not. There s no knowing what kind of a muss you may be getting into before night." Prudy gave up hers without a word, but Dotty demurred. "I guess I ve got eyes both sides my 11 162 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. head, just the same as Horace has, if I am a girl." She and Cousin Horace usually agreed, but this visit had begun wrong. "Very well, Dot; if you think twould be any consolation to you to have some body come along with a pair of scissors, and snip off your pocket, I don t know as it s any of my business." " See if they do," replied Dotty, clutch ing her pocket in her right hand. They had been speaking in loud tones, and perhaps had been overheard; for two men, on the same seat, began to talk of the unusual number of robberies that had happened within a few days and to won der "what we were coming to next." In consequence of this, Dotty pinned up her pocket. When they reached Brooklyn, she gave her left hand to Horace, in stepping THE HEN-HOUSES. 163 off the boat, and walked up Fulton Street, with her right hand firmly grasping the skirt of her dress. " Good for you, Dimple!" said Horace, in a low tone ; " that s one way of letting people know you ve got money. Look behind you ! There s been a man follow ing you for some time." "Where? O, where?" cried Dotty, whirling round and round in wild alarm ; "I don t see a man anywhere near." " And there isn t one to be seen," said Aunt Madge, laughing ; " there s nobody fol lowing you but Horace himself. He had no right to frighten you so." " Horace ! " echoed Dotty, with infinite scorn ; " I don t call him a man ! He s nothing but a small boy ! " " A small boy ! " She had finished the business now. 164 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. "The hateful young monkey!" thought Horace. " I shouldn t care much if she did have her pocket picked." If he had meant a word of this, which he certainly did not, he was well paid for it afterwards. They went to Greenwood Cemetery, which Dotty had to confess was handsomer than the one in Portland. Fly thought there were nice places to "hide ahind the little white houses," which frightened her brother so much, that he carried her in his arms every step of the way. After strolling for some time about Greenwood, and taking a peep at Prospect Park, they left the " city of churches," and entered a crowded car to go back to the ferry. " Look out for our money," whispered Prudy; "you know auntie says a car is the very place to lose it in." THE HEX-HOUSES. 165 " Yes ; I ll look out for your pile, Prue, though I dare say you don t feel quite so easy about it as you would if Dot had it." " Now, Horace, don t be cross ; you know it isn t often I have so much money." Aunt Madge here gave both the chil dren a very expressive glance, as much as to say, " Don t mention private affairs in such a crowd." Colonel Allen said if his wife had been born deaf and dumb nobody would have mistrusted it, for she could talk with her eyes as well as other people with their tongues. When they were on the Few York side once more, Mrs. Allen said, " Now I will take you through Dotty a hen-houses. "What have we here ? 0, Christmas greens." 166 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. A woman stood at one of the stands, tying holly and evergreens together into long strips, which she sold by the yard. " We must adorn the house, children. I will buy some of this, if you will help carry it home." " Load me down," said Horace ; " I ll take a mile of it." " Loaden me down, too ; Til take it a mile," said Fly. " Give me that beautiful cross to carry, auntie." "Are you willing to carry crosses, Pru- dy ? Ah, you ve learned the lesson young ! " " I like the star best," said Dotty ; " why can t they make suns and moons, too ! " " Will you have a hanker, my pretty miss ? " said the woman, dropping a cour tesy. " I never heard of & hanker; it looks some THE HEN-HOUSES. 167 like a kettle-hook. Let s buy it; see how nicely it fits on Fly s shoulder." " It would look better for Fly to sit on the anchor," said Mrs. Allen, smiling. "It is droll enough to see such a big thing walking off with a little girl under it. Come, children, we have bought all we can carry." " Thank you kindly, lady," said the ever green woman, with another courtesy. " I don t see why she need thank you kindly, auntie," said Dotty. " You wouldn t have bought her wreaths if you hadn t liked em." They walked through a long space lined with such nice things that the children s mouths watered oranges, figs, grapes, pears, French chestnuts larger than oil- nuts, and, as if that were not enough, 168 LITTLE POLKS ASTRAY. delicious-looking pies, cakes, cold ham, and doughnuts. On little charcoal stoves stood coffee-pots ; and there was a great clatter ing of plates and cups and saucers, which men were washing in little pans, and wiping on rather dark towels. " It strikes me I should enjoy going into one of those cuddy-holes and eating my dinner," said Horace. " I feel about starved." " You have a right to be hungry. It is two o clock. How would you like some oysters ? In here is a large room, with tables ; rather more comfortable than these cuddy-holes/ as you call them." " Only not nice," said Prudy. " 0, Hor ace, if you should go once to an oyster saloon in Boston, you d see the differ ence ! " THE HEN-HOUSES. 169 " The probability is, I ve been in Boston saloons twice to your once, ma am/ Which was correct. She had been once, and he twice. 170 LITTLE FOLKS- ASTRAY. CHAPTER XII. " GRANNY." AUNT MADGE seated her four guests at a little table. " Will you have oysters or scallops T" " "What are scallops?" " They are a sort of fish ; taste a little like oysters. They come out of those small shells, such as you ve seen pin-cush ions made of." The children thought they should prefer oysters ; and after the stews were ordered, Mrs. Allen went out, and soon returned with a dessert of cake, pie, and fruit. " I thought I would bring it all at once," said she, "just what I know you will like ; GRANNY. 171 and then sit down and be comfortable. "We ll lay the wreaths under the table. There are no napkins, girls (this isn t Boston, you know) ; so you d better tucli your handkerchiefs under your chins." " But is this the handsomest place they ve got in New York, without any carpet to it ?" whispered Dotty. " We ll see, one of these days," replied auntie, with a smile that spoke volumes. It was a very jolly dinner, and Mrs. Allen had to send for three plates of scal lops; for the children found, after tasting hers, that they were very nice; all but Fly, who did not relish them, and thought it was because she did not like to eat pin cushions. "Now, little folks, if you have eaten sufficiently, and are thoroughly rested, shall we start for home ? I think a journey to 172 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. Brooklyn is about enough for one day don t you? But you musn t leave without seeing Granny." "Granny?" " Yes, I call her so, and it pleases her. She has had a little table in the market for a long while, and I like to buy some of her goodies just to encourage her, for she has such a way of looking on the bright side that she wins my respect. Listen, now, while I speak to her/ Auntie s old woman had on a hood and shawl, and was curled up in a little heap, half asleep. "Pleasant day," said Mrs. Allen, going up to the table. " Yes, mum ; nice weather underfill," re turned the old woman, rousing herself, and rubbing an apple with her shawl. " And how do you do, Granny ?" GRANNY. 173 "Why, is that you?" said she, the sun coming out all over her face. " And howVe you been, mum, since the last time I ve seen yer?" " Very well, Granny; and how do things prosper with you? " "0, I m all right! I ve had a touch of rheumaty, and this is the fust I ve stirred for two weeks." " Sorry to hear it, Granny. Rheumatism can t be very comfortable/ "Well, no; it s bahd for the jints," said the old woman, holding up her fingers, which were as shapeless as knobby pota toes. "Poor Granny ! How hard that is!" " Well, they be hard, and kind o stiff- like. But bless ye," laughed she, "that s nothing. I wouldn t a cared, only I s afeared I d lose this stand. There was a 174 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. gyurl come and kep it for me, what time she could spare." "I m glad you havn t lost the stand, Granny; but I don t see how you can laugh ftt the rheumatism." "Well, mum, what d be the use to cry? Why, bless ye, there s wus things n that! As long s I hain t got no husband, I don t feel to complain ! " She shook her sides so heartily at this, that Fly laughed aloud. " So you don t approve of husbands, Granny?" "No more I don t, mum ; they re trouble some craychers, so fur as I ve seen/ "But don t you get down-hearted, living all alone ? " "0, no, mum; I do suppose I m the happiest woman in the city o New Yorruk. When I goes to bed, I just gives up all GRANNY. 175 my tlirubbles to the Lord, and goes to sleep. " " But when you are sick, Granny ? " " 0, then, sometimes I feels bahd, not to be airnin nothing and gets some afeard o the poorhouse ; but, bless ye, I can t help thinking the Lord ll keep me out." "I m pretty sure He will," said Aunt Madge, resolving on the spot that the good old soul never should go to a place she dreaded so much. " Have you any butter scotch to-day, Granny ? " " 0, yes, mum ; sights of it. Help your self. I want to tell you something ll please you/ said the old woman, bending forward, and speaking in a low tone, and with spar kling eyes. " I ve put some money in the bank, mum ; enough to bury me ! Ain t that good ! " Prudy and Dotty were terribly shocked. 176 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. She must be crazy to talk about her own funeral. As if she was glad of it, too? But Horace thought it a capital joke. "That s a jolly way to use your money/ whispered he to Prudy; "much good may it do her?" And then aloud, in a patron izing tone, "I ll take a few of your apples, Granny. How do you sell em?" "These here, a penny apiece; them there, two pennies; and them, three." Horace felt in his coat pocket for his purse; and drew out his hand quickly, as if a bee had stung it. "Why, what! "What does this mean?" "What is it, Horace?" a Nothing, auntie, only my wallet s gone," replied the boy, very white about the mouth. " Gone ? Look again. Are you sure ? " " Yes, as sure as I want to be? " GRANNY. 177 "Mine, is mine gone too?" cried Prudy. Horace did not seem willing to answer. " Where did you have your purse last?" "Just before we came out of Dorlon s oyster saloon. Just before we came here for butter-scotch," replied Horace, glaring fiercely at Granny. " Are you quite sure?" " Is mine gone, too ?" cried Prudy again. " Did you put mine in the same pocket ?" "Yes, Prue; I put yours in the same pocket; and it s gone, too." " 0, Horace !" " A pretty clean sweep, Prue/ 5 "The vilyins!" cried Granny; looking, auntie thought, as if her whole soul was stirred with pity for the children; but, as Horace thought, as if she were trying to put a bold face on a very black crime. 12 178 LITTLE FOLKS ASTB-AY. "Let us go back to Dorlon s, and ask the waiters if you dropped it in there/ 3 suggested Aunt Madge. " Yes, but 1 know I didritj said Horace, with another scowl at Granny. "My money is safe/ said self-righteous Dotty, as they walked away; "don tyou wish you had given yours to me, Prudy ?" "The deceitful old witch!" muttered Horace ; meaning Granny, of course. And lo, there she stood close behind them ! She was beckoning Mrs. Allen back to her fruit-stand. " Wait here one minute, children ; I ll be right back." "Nothing mum," said Granny, looking very much grieved ; " nothin only I wants to say, mum, if that youngster thinks as I took his money, I wisht you d sarch GRANNY. 179 " Fie, Granny ! Never mind what a boy like that says, when he is excited. I know you too well to think you d steal." "The Lord bless yon, mum/ cried the old woman, all smiles again. "And, Granny, I mean to come here next week, and I ll bring you some flannel and liniment for your rheumatism. Where shall I leave them if you re sick, and can t be here?" " 0, thank ye, mum ; thank ye kindly The ain t many o the likes of you, mum. And if ye does bring the things for my rheumaty, and I ain t here, just ye leave em with the gyurl at this stand, if yer will. " "Did she give it back?" cried HoracS, the moment his aunt appeared. "No, my boy; how could she when she hadn t it to give ?" 180 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. " But, auntie, I m up and down sure I felt that wallet in my breast-pocket, when we came out of Dorlon s," persisted Hor ace. "I don t see how on earth that old woman contrived it; but I can t help re membering how she kept leaning forward when she talked ; and once she hit square against me. And just about that time I was drawing out my handkerchief to wipe my nose." " Yes, he did ! He wiped his nose. And the woman tookened the money; I saw her do it." "There, I told you so!" " You saw her, Miss Policeman Flya- away ?" said Aunt Madge. "And pray how did she take it?" "Just so, right in her hand." " 0, you mean the money for the butter scotch, you little tease !" GRANNY. 181 " Yes/ replied the child, with a roguish twinkle over the sensation she had made. " Just like little bits o flies," said Dotty. "Don t care how folks feel. And here s her brother ready to cry; heart all bro ken." "Needn t be concerned about my heart, Dot ; tisn t broken yet ; only cracked. But how anybody could get at my pocket, with out my knowing it, is a mystery to me, un less Granny is a witch. " Horace, I pledge you my word Granny is innocent." "And I m sure nobody else could take it, auntie. The clerks at Dorlon s had no knowledge of the money; neither had any of the apple or pie merchants along the market. Things look darker for us, Prue ; but I will give you the credit of behav ing like a lady. And one thing is sure 182 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. the moment I get home to Indiana I shall send you back your money." " Horace," said Aunt Madge, " I am very suspicious that you lost your purse in one of those cars, on the Brooklyn side." " But, auntie, I tell you there couldn t anybody get at my pockets without my knowing it ! " "Just as Prudy told you you would, you lost it in that car," echoed Dotty. u Don t you remember what you said, Prudy ? " " That s right ; hit him again," growled Horace. " Kow, Dotty," said Prudy, suppressing a great sob in her effort to " behave like a lady," " what s the use ? Don t you sup pose Horace feels bad enough without being scolded at?" "Auntie don t scold, nor Prudy don t, GRANNY. 183 cause lie didn t mean to lose it," said Fly, frowning at Dotty, and caressing Horace, with her hands full of evergreens. " Besides, he has lost more than I have," continued Prudy. " Well, a trifle more ! Fifty times as much, say. I shouldn t care a fig, speak ing figuratively, only it was all I had to get home with." " Don t fret about that," said Aunt Madge ; u I ll see that you go home with as full a purse as you brought to my house." "0, auntie, how can I thank you? But you know father never would allow that ! " " I could tell you how to thank me," thought Mrs. Allen, though she was so kind she would not tell ; " you could thank me by saying, Auntie, I ve been a naughty boy. " But Horace had no idea of making 184 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. such a confession as that. " The money ll come up/ 3 said he ; " I m one of the lucky kind. Let s see ; wouldn t it be best to advertise ? " " Thieves won t answer advertisements," said Mrs. Allen. " But, I tell you, auntie, I dropped that wallet. I could take my oath of it." "Well, in such a case an advertisement is the proper thing. But, my boy, your positiveness on this subject is extraordi nary. How could you drop the wallet ? Do you keep it in the same pocket with your handkerchief?" " On, no, auntie ; right in here." "And you haven t bought anything ? " " No, auntie ; you wouldn t let me pay the car fare, or anything else. But still I must have taken out the wallet by mis- GRANNY. 185 take. You see I know nobody s picked my pockets." "Why, Horace, you just said Granny picked em." "No, Dot, I didn t! I only spoke of the queer way she had of leaning for ward." " But you scowled at her sharp enough to take head off." " If I were you, Dot, I wouldn t be any more disagreeable than I was absolutely obliged to. Now, auntie, how much does it cost to advertise ? " "A dollar or so I believe." "Well, if you ll lend me the money, I want to do it." " To be plain with you, Horace, I really do not think it will be of the slightest use in this case; but I will consent to it if it will be any relief to your mind. 186 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. We shall be obliged to cross the ferry again, for the advertisement ought to go into a Brooklyn paper." " We are tired enough to drop/ said Dotty ; u and all these stars and things, too ! " " Yes, we are all tired ; but we will leave you little girls at the ferry-house on the other side. "But, auntie/ said Prudy, anxiously, "I shouldn t really dare have the care of Fly. You know just how it is." "Yes, I do know just how it is. Fly must walk, with her tired little feet, to the Eagle office, with Horace and me ; or else she must make a solemn promise not to go out of the ferry-house." "But I don t want to make a solomon promise, auntie; I want to see the eagle." Mrs. Allen sighed. She began to think GRANNY. 187 she had undertaken a great task in invit ing these children to visit her. Instead of a pleasure, they had proved, thus far, a weariness always excepting Prudy. She, dear, self-forgetting little girl, dould not fail to be a comfort wherever she went 188 LITTLE FOLKS ASTKAY. CHAPTER XIII. THE PUMPKIN HOOD. To the " Eagle" office they went ob stinate Horace, patient Annt Madge, and between them the "blue- bottle Fly." "I do feel right sorry, auntie," said Horace, a sudden sense of shame coming over him; "but I m so sure I dropped the money, you know ; or I wouldn t drag you up this hill when you re so tired." A sharp answer rose to Mrs. Allen s lips, but she held it back. " Only a boy ! In a fair way to learn a useful lesson, too. Let me keep my temper ! If I scold, I spoil the whole." THE PUMPKIN HOOD. 189 They entered the office, and left with the editor this advertisement : "Lost. Between Prospect Park and Ful ton Ferry, a porte-monnaie, marked Horace S. Clifford/ containing thirty-five dollars. The finder will be suitably rewarded by leaving the same at No. , Cor. Fifth Ave. and Street. * " It is no matter about advertising Pru- dy s purse, it was so shabby," said Aunt Madge; and on their way back to the ferry-house she bought her another. " 0, thank you, auntie, darling/ said Prudy; "and thank you, too, Horace, for losing my old one ; it wasn t fit to be seen. And here is a whole dollar inside ! 0, Aunt Madge, are you an angel ? " "Prue, you deserve your good luck; you don t come down on a fellow, hammer and tongs, because he happens to meet with an accident." 190 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. " Horace," said Dotty, meekly, " are you willing to carry my gloves ? " "Yes, to be sure; but you don t want to go home bare-handed do you ? " " Why, I was thinking how nice twould be, Horace, to have you take em, and lose em, and me have a new pair. There s a hole in the thumb." This little sally amused everybody, and Horace had the grace not to be sensitive, though the laugh was against him. "Another queer day," said he, when they were at last at home again. " I don t know what will become of us all, if we keep on like this." The poor boy was trying his best to brave it out; but Aunt Madge could see that his heart was sore. " Lost every cent I m worth," mused he, turning his coat-pocket inside out, and THE PUMPKIN HOOD. 191 scowling at it. " Got to be a beggar as long as I stay in New York ! " The whole party were tired, and Hor ace s gloom seemed to fill the parlor like a fog, and make even the gas look dim. "I feel dreffly," said Fly, curling her head under her brother s arm, like a chicken under its mother s wing a way she had when she was troubled. " I feel just zif I didn t love nobody in the world, and there didn t nobody love me." This brought Horace around in a min ute, and called forth a pickaback ride. "Music! let us have music," said Aunt Madge, flying to the piano. " When little folks grow so cold-hearted, in my house, that they don t love anybody, it s time to warm their hearts with some happy little songs. Come, girls ! " She played a few simple tunes, and the 192 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. children all sang till the fog of gloom had disappeared, and the gas burned brightly once more. Half an hour afterwards, just as Fly was told she ought to be sleepy, because her bye-low hymn had been sung, " Sleep, little one, like a lamb in the fold," and she had answered that she "couldn t be sleepy, athout auntie would hurry quick to come in with a drink of water," there was a strange arrival. Nathaniel, the wait ing man, ushered into the parlor a droll little old woman, dressed in a short calico gown, with gay figures over it as large as cabbages ; calf-skin shoes ; and a green pumpkin hood, with a bow on top. " Good evening, ma am," said Horace, rising, and offering her a chair. She did not seem to see very well, in spite of her enormous spectacles ; for she took no notice THE PUMPKIN HOOD -Page 193. THE PUMPKIN HOOD. 193 of the chair, and remained standing \u the middle of the floor, ,, ; ; "She stares at me so hard!" thought Horace "that s the reason she can t see anything else." "Please take a chair^ ma am." " Can t stop to sit down. Is your name Horace & Clifford?" said the old woman, in a very feeble voice, Horace looked at her; she had not a tooth in her head. "Yes, ma am; my name is Horace Clif ford," said he, respectfully. He had great reverence for age, and could keep his mouth from twitching; but I m sorry to say Prudy s danced up at the corners, and Dotty s opened and showed her back teeth The woman must have had all those clothes made when she was young, for nobody 13 194 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. wore such things now; but it wasn t likely she knew that, poor soul! "Did you go to the Brooklyn Eagle 9 office, to-day, to ad-^er-tise some lost money, little boy?" " Yes, ma am. Why, that advertisement can t have been printed so quick! " "No, I calculate not. Did you go in with a lady, and a leetle, oneasy, springy kind of a leetle girl ?." " Why, that s me," put in Fly. "Yes, ma am yes; were you there? What do you know about it?" " Don t be in a hurry, little boy. I want to be safe and sure. I expect you took notice of a young man in a bottle-green coat, na, a greenish-black coat, a-sittin down by the door/ " 0,. I don t know. Yes, I think I did. Was he the one? Did he fin-d the money? " THE PUMPKIN HOOD. 195 "Did you walk up Orange Street?" con tinued the old woman. "No, I mean Cran berry Street?" "0, dear, I don t know! Prudy, run, call Aunt Madge. Please tell me, ma am, have you got it with you? Is my name on the inside? " " Wait till the little girl calls your aunt. Perhaps she d be willing to let me tell the story in my own way. I d ruther deal with grown folks," said the provoking old lady. Horace s eyes flashed, but he contrived to keep his temper. "It is my purse, ma am, and my aunt knows nothing about it. I can tell you just how it looks, and all there is in it." "Perhaps you are one of the kind that can tell folks a good deal, and thinks no body knows things so well as yourself," 196 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. returned the disagreeable old woman, smil ing and showing her toothless gums. "From what I can learn, I should judge you talked ruther too loud about your money; for there was a pusson heerd you in the ferry-boat, and took pains to go in the same car afterwards, and pick your pocket." " Pick my pocket ? " "Yes, your pocket. You wise, wonder ful young man!" "How? When? "Where?" "This is how," said the old woman, quick as a thought putting out her hand, and thrusting it into Horace" s breast pocket. "0, it s auntie s rings it s Auntie s rings," cried Fly, jumping up, and seizing the pretended old woman by her calico sleeve. "Why, Aunt Madge, that isn t you !" THE PUMPKIN HOOD. 197 "But how d you take out yer teeth?" said Fly ; " your teeth ? your teeth ?" " 0, I didn t take them out, Miss Bright- eyes. I only put a little spruce -gum over them." "1 " Hordfce, I can t find auntie anywhere in this house," said Prudy, appearing at the parlor door. " Do you suppose she s gone off and hid ?" "Yes, she s hid inside that old gown." "What do you mean?" "That s auntie, and her teeth s in," ex plained Fly. " Only I wish she was an old woman, and had really brought me my money," said Horace, in a disappointed tone. " I declare, there was one time I thought the old nuisance was coming round to it, and going to give me the wallet." "What a wise, wonderful youth !" said 198 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. the aged dame, in a cracked voice. " Thinks I can give him his wallet, when he s got it himself, right close to his heart." Horace put his hand in his breast pocket. "Wonder of wonders ! There was the wallet ! And not only his, but Prudy s ! Had he been asleep all day ? Or was he asleep now? " Money safe ? Not a cent gone. Hoo- rah ! Hoo-ra-ah !" And for want of a cap to throw, he threw up Fly. " Where did it come from ? Where did the old woman find it? 0, no; the man in the green-bottle coat ? 0, no ; there wasn t any old woman," cried the children, hopelessly confused. " But who found the money? Did I drop it on Cranberry Street?" "Did he drop it on Quamby Street?" "Who brought it?" Who bringed it?" THE PUMPKIN HOOD. 199 Aunt Madge stuffed her fingers into her ears. " They are all talking at once ; they re enough to craze a body ! They forget how old I am 1 Came all the way from the Eagle office, afoot and alone, with only four children to " " O, auntie, don t play any more ! Talk sober ! Talk honest ! Did Horace have his pockets picked?" " Yes, he did, * replied Aunt Madge, speaking in her natural tones, and throwing off the pumpkin hood ; " if you want the truth, he did/ " Why Aunt Madge Allen ! It does not seem possible ! Who picked my pockets V 9 " Some one who heard you talking so loud about your money." " But how could it be taken out, and I not know it?" " Quite as easily as it could be put back, and you not know it." 200 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. "That s true, Horace Clifford! Auntie put it back, and you never knew it. 3 "So she did/ said Horace, looking as bewildered as if he had been whirling around with his eyes shut \ " so she did didn t she ? But that was because I was taken by surprise, seeing her Without a tooth in her head, you know." " You have been taken by surprise twice to-day, then," said Aunt Madge, demurely. "It is really refreshing, Horace, to find that such a sharp young man can be caught napping !" "Well, I I I must have been think ing of something else, auntie." " So I conclude. And you must be think ing of something else still,, or you d ask me " "O, yes, auntie; how did the thief hap pen to give it up ? There, there, you THE PUMPKIN HOOD. 201 needn t say a word 1 I see it all in your eyes! You took the money yourself. 0, Aunt Madge 1 " Well, if that wasn t queer doings !" cried Dotty. "Yes, it is quite contrary to my usual habits. I" never robbed anybody before. I hadn t the faintest idea I could do it without Horace s knowledge. " Why, auntie, I never was so astonished in my life !" said the youth, looking great ly confused. " I never heard of a person s being robbed that wasn t astonished," said Aunt Madge, with a mischievous smile. "Will you be quite as sure of yourself another time, think 1" "No, auntie, I shan t; that s a fact/ " That s my good, frank boy," said Aunt Madge, kissing his forehead. "And he 202 LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. won t toss his head, just this way, like a young lord of creation, when med dlesome aunties venture to give him advice." Horace kissed Mrs. Allen s cheek rather thoughtfully, by way of reply. "I don t see, Aunt Madge," said Prudy, "why you went back across the river to put that piece in the paper, when you were the one that had the money all the time." "I did it to pacify Horace. He knew his pockets hadn t been picked. Besides I felt guilty. It was rather cruel in me wasn t it? to let him suffer so long." "Not cruel a bit; good enough forme," cried Horace, with a generous outburst. "You re just the jolliest woman, auntie the j oiliest woman! There you are; you look so little and sweet! But if folks THE PUMPKIN HOOD. 203 think they re going to get ahead of you, why, just let em try it, say I !" DEAR HEADERS : Horace was scarcely more astonished, when his pocket was picked, than I am this minute, to find myself at the end of my book ! I had very much more to tell ; but now it must wait till another time. Meanwhile the Parlins and Cliffords are "climbing the dream tree." Let us hope they are destined to meet with no more misfortunes during the rest of their stay in New York. [Clarke, Reb Tittle fol> ecca S.j c n fit rflv 956 C599 ^JL 24 1942 X* 956 JL THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY