A Flight with the Swallows; Or, Little Dorothy's Dream

and little Dorothy had at first disliked the idea of leaving home for the winter, before the ac

been collected for transportation across the Channel: paint-boxes; new and old picture-books, coloured by her own hand; Belinda's wardrobe-an extensive one; pencils; india-rubber; her desk; her workbox (which last, by-the-bye, w

houlders, and gave a low whistle. "As I am courier," he said, "and must look after the luggag

orothy's, sir; she

shall not be answerable for that. If we

carried into the servants' hall before the poor child comes d

tiently. "Dorothy must be more reason

remote region behind the red baize door, hoping to get it out o

athless, when Dorothy, with Belinda in her ar

e, with many wishes that Mrs. Acheson would come back soon quite well. A little telegraph boy, with his bag strapped across his shoulder, came gaily up to the door. Then he took out of

r, sir," said

scanning the few words, to

ith ple

Cranstone? no

to spend the winter at San Remo with her grandmother, and the telegram is from Mrs. Baker, th

write! It must be a s

n, much less to San Remo, if we dawdle

; and Dorothy and her mother were comfortably seated in a first-class carriage, while Canon Percival stood by the door, exchanging a few last words with a gentleman; and the

e party were to sleep at the Charing Cross Hotel; and here, under the charge o

ing companion, but the two children stood looking at each other, shy and speechl

er's school. She only taught the little girls, looked after the servants, and met girl

e wished her to spend the rest of the term till after the Christmas holidays at San Remo. Mrs. Baker had a letter from Lady Burnside,

Pearce said she must hasten back to St. John

give no trouble; you have your keys in your pocket, and min

t a very warm one on either s

ple pass coming and going from the Continent. The party went up in a lift, which was

was found for Irene. And in a very independent, methodical way she began to lay

square below, watching with deep interest the rapid passing and repassing o

rom their babyhood have been, as it were, little citizens of the world, and those who have been brought up,

had heard a murmur of Ingleby's-"Another child to look after on the journey." And she was determined to give no trouble; she had no long hair to smooth and comb, for her hair was cut short, and her plain blue serge d

called to Ingleb

ndress me, Jingle? and wh

g your mamma's things put for the night;

?" was the next

tting-room

to go

e is lying on the sofa,

inda to slee

the cork come out of your mamma's eau-de-Cologne flask, an

uttons of her travelling ulster, and

," said Irene. "

d at the sleeves of the ulster, a lock of the sil

you hurt me.

the cry of distress, and

where, through the gathering haze of tears, she saw the ga

Mrs. Baker's! At first it had seemed delightful to go to grannie, but now she thought a

n. The Canon is gone out to dine at St. Paul's Deanery; a

d of the passage, never thinking of Irene, who followed her with the s