Part 4 (2/2)

”Pray,” said the little one, in a tone of command. Then, in a fine, squeaking voice, Fly repeated a prayer. It was intended to be Flipperty's voice, and Flipperty was too young to talk plain.

”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 n.o.body 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 grow up a goody girl _athout_ she says her prayers?”

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.

”Why, little girls can think and feel you know; but with dollies it is different. Now, good night, pet; you won't have beautiful dreams, if you talk any more.”

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 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?”

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