She did not know that if Flyaway should live to be an old lady, she would sometimes say to her grandchildren,-- "The very first thing I have any recollection of, dears, is grinding coffee in your great-grandmamma's kitchen at Willowbrook.

The girl, Ruth Dillon, took me up by the shoulders, carried me through the air, and set me in the sink, and then I pumped water over myself." This is about the way little Flyaway would be likely to talk, sixty years from now, adding, as she polished her spectacles,-- "And after that, children, things went into a mist, and I don't remember anything else that happened for some time." Why was it that things "went into a mist"?
Why didn't she keep on remembering every day?
I don't know.
But the next thing that really did happen to Miss Thistleblow Flyaway, though she went right off and forgot it, was this: She persuaded her mother to write a letter for her to "Dotty Dimpwill." As it was her first letter, I will copy it.
"MY DEAR DOTTY DIMPWILL first, then MY PRUDY: "I'm going to say that I dink milk, and that girl lost my pills.
"I see a hop-toad.

He hopped.

Jennie took _her_ up in _his_ dress.
"And 'bout we put hop-toad in wash-dish.

He put his foots out, _stwetched_, honest! He was a slippy fellow.