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

nhappy. But Irene was not a child to respond quickly, and Mrs. Acheson could but contrast her with her own little Doroth

ll long, my dear?"

father does not wish me to ke

remember yo

ther, you know, and

emo. Your grandmamma is such a dear old lady. Do you know, the thou

ce brighte

gh is very bad, I am afraid," Irene continued, as

rothy said, hotly. "Jingle says so,

, and soon after Ingleby ca

w, she was asleep. But Dorothy tossed and fidgeted, and besought Ingleby not to leave her, and persisted in holding her han

e supper. But her disappearance soon roused Dorothy; she began to cry and call, "Jingle! Jingle!" This

somewhat ungracious reply.

u a pain anywhere?" a

nt Jingle. Oh

you ought to go to sleep, and not

d Muff are; and I want Nino. Why did Jingle take him away? Oh dear, dear! a

p?" Irene asked. "If you like I'll repeat one, and th

ene repeated this beautiful evening hymn for a child, which I hope all the littl

k hill's we

urple glea

to one

, both gree

ld, and in

ambs have g

weary tas

ut the cot

ere in s

ry eyeli

ther throug

rom the o

oss the cu

m uncerta

r the faint

est though

starry ni

oicing a

hepherds o

e a Child

d quiet

ay my lit

t but a m

raw for p

'twas to w

toop to this

ith a pe

man and

meek and

ntle, too,

oil the temp

n temptat

love Thy m

ntle, kind

mind her sl

to obey

w, I turn

watch arou

nger e'er

cradled i

n were in profound slumber. Ingleby gently lifted Irene and carried her back to her own room, Doro

ng. The sea was blue, and the sky clear; only a brisk wind chased the waves

ht to the cabin. Poor Ingleby was one of these, and in spite of all her brave attempts to keep up, she was

ts in the face of the cliffs of Dover. It had all the delightful sense of novelty to Dorothy, but Irene was already a traveller. In a dim, dreamy way she was thi

CROSS LITT

to E

t all back to her, and she r

d she loved it, but she is in a better h

s; going on and on day after day, week after week, year af

ned upon Dorothy admiring glances, and even, in that foolish way some people h

e lady said; "they

rug which was tucked round both little girls' legs, with his head and ears and black nose

s little doggie!

Dorothy said, pre

in an offended tone. "Perhaps he has

orothy did not lau

he younger of the two ladies, reachi

followed this

Children ought not to be allowed to take pet dogs

closer to Irene, who, to Doroth

touched him," she said; "no o

was the reply. And Dorothy struggled from the rug, and h

ve our seat; there are some ve

to inspect the boat, and by some means, how no one could quite tell, had slipped over the side of t

hrough that open place

rning, saw Irene rushing to

o, my Nino! will nobody save him? Oh,