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.