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Dotty Dimple's Flyaway - Sophie May
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Title: Dotty Dimple's Flyaway
Author: Sophie May
Release Date: September 11, 2006 [EBook #19247]
Language: English
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What for you look that way to me?
—Page 14.
DOTTY DIMPLE STORIES.
DOTTY DIMPLE'S FLYAWAY.
By SOPHIE MAY,
AUTHOR OF LITTLE PRUDY STORIES.
Illustrated.
BOSTON:
LEE AND SHEPARD, PUBLISHERS.
NEW YORK:
LEE, SHEPARD AND DILLINGHAM.
1871.
TO THE
LITTLE LINDSAYS.
CONTENTS.
DOTTY DIMPLE'S FLYAWAY.
CHAPTER I.
BEGINNING TO REMEMBER.
Katie Clifford was a very bright child. She almost knew enough to keep out of fire and water, but not quite. She looked like other little girls, only so wise,—O, so very wise!—that you couldn't tell her any news about the earth, or the sun, moon, and stars, for she knew all about it byfore.
Her hair was soft and flying like corn-silk, and when the wind took it you would think it meant to blow it off like a dandelion top. She was so light and breezy, and so little for her age, that her father said they must put a cent in her pocket to keep her from flying away;
so, after that, the family began to call her Flyaway. She thought it was her name, and that when people said Katie,
it was a gentle way they had of scolding.
Everybody petted her. Her brother Horace put his heart right under her feet, and she danced over it. Her uncle Eddard
said she drove round the world in a little chariot, and all her friends were harnessed to it, only they didn't know it.
Her shoulders were very little, but they bore a crushing weight of care. From the time she began to talk, she took upon herself the burden of the whole family. When Mrs. Clifford had a headache, Flyaway was so full of pity that nothing could keep her from climbing upon the sufferer, stroking her face, and saying, "O, my dee mamma," or perhaps breaking the camphor bottle over her nose.
She sat at table in a high chair beside her father, and might have learned good manners if it had not been for the care she felt of Horace. She could scarcely attend to her own little knife and fork, because she was so busy watching her brother. She wished to see for herself that he was sitting straight, and not leaning his elbows on the table. If he made any mistake she cried, Hollis!
in a tone as sweet as a wind-harp, though she meant it to be terribly severe, adding to the effect by shaking the corn-silk on her head in high displeasure. If she could correct him she thought she had done as much good in the family as if she had behaved well herself. He received all rebukes very meekly, with a Thank you, little Topknot. What would be done here without you to preserve order?
Flyaway could remember as far back as the beginning of the world,—that is to say, she could remember when her world began.
It is strange to think of, but the first thing she really knew for a certainty, she was standing in a yellow chair, in her grandmother Parlin's kitchen! It was as if she had always been asleep till that minute. People did say she had once been a baby, but she could not recollect that, it was so many years ago.
Her mind, you see, had always been as soft as a bag of feathers; and nothing that she did, or that any one else did, made much impression. But now something remarkable was taking place, and she would never forget it.
It was this: she was grinding coffee. How prettily it pattered down on the floor! What did it look like? O, like snuff, that people sneezed with. This was housework. Next thing they would ask her to wash dishes and set the table. She would grow larger and larger, and Gracie would grow littler and littler; and O, how nice it would be when she could do all the work, and Gracie had to sit in mamma's lap and be rocked!
Flywer'll do some help,
said she. Flywer'll take 'are of g'amma's things.
While she stood musing thus, with a dreamy smile, and turning the handle of the mill as fast as it would go round, somebody sprang at her very unexpectedly. It was Ruth, the kitchen-girl. She seized Katie by the shoulders, carried her through the air, and set her on her feet in the sink.
There, little Mischief,
said she, you'll stay there one while! We'll see if we can't put a stop to this coffee-grinding! Why, you're enough to wear out the patience of Job!
Katie had often heard about Job; she supposed it was something dreadful, like a lion, or a whale. She looked up at Ruth, and saw her black eyes flashing and the rosy color trembling in her cheeks. Cruel Ruth! She did not know Katie was her best friend, working and helping get dinner as fast as she could. Ruthie,
sobbed she, you didn't ask please.
Well, well, child, I'm in a hurry; and when you set things to flying, you're enough to wear out the patience of Job.
Job again.
You've said so two times, Ruthie! Now I don't like you tall, tenny rate.
This was as harsh language as Katie dared use; but she frowned fearfully, and a tuft of hair, rising from her head like a waterspout, made her look so fierce that Ruth seemed to be frightened, and ran away with her apron up to her face.
The sink was so high that Katie could not get out of it alone,—"course indeed she couldn't."
It most makes me 'fraid,
said she to herself: "Ruthie's a big woman, I's a little woman. When I's the biggest I'll put Ruthie in my sink."
Very much comforted by this resolve, she dried her eyes and began to look about her for more housework. Let's me see; I'll pump a bushel o' water.
There was a pail in the sink; so, what should she do but jump into that, and then jerk the pump-handle up and down, till a fine stream poured out and sprinkled her all over!
Sing a song, O sink-spout,
sang she, catching her breath: but presently she began to feel cold.
"O, how it makes me shivvle!" said she.
Katie!
called out a voice.
Here me are!
gurgled the little one, her mouth under the pump-nose.
When Horace came in she was standing in water up to the tops of her long white stockings. He took her out, wrung her a little, and set her on a shelf in the pantry to dry.
Oho!
said she, shaking her wet plumage, like a duckling; what for you look that way to me? I didn't do nuffin,—not the leastest nuffin! The water kep' a comin' and a comin'.
Yes, you little naughty girl, and you kept pumping and pumping.
I'm isn't little naughty goorl,
thought Katie, indignantly; "but Ruthie's naughty goorl, and Hollis velly naughty goorl."
O, here you are, you little Hop-o'-my-thumb,
said Mrs. Clifford, coming into the pantry; "a baby with