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

eamer exclaimed, some with a sigh of relief,

d lower a boat was out of the question. They were much behind as

him. Poor Nino! Two or three fishing smacks were in sight, and alm

if it would break. She rushed down into the cabin, and with

is drowned. O

self from her sickness

all for the best; he would have b

t rush to catch at Boulogne, Dorothy was exhausted with crying, and was only too glad to be

enter into the extent of Dorothy's grief. Having offered all the consolation in her power, which had been repulsed, Irene

ite dog in Paris," Mrs. Acheso

certain to be ten times more troublesome. As a rule, dogs are unwelcome visitors in other people's houses, and Lady Burnside may dislike the race

," Mrs. Acheson said; "I do hope

directly, let us hope." Then Canon Percival pulled his travell

th afresh, and she had to be conveyed to her room by poor Ingleby, followed b

to go to Dorothy, and again and again did Mrs. Acheson wish that

, after partaking of crescent-shaped rolls and coff

other people so unhappy-and," said Ir

! What do you tell me tha

o tell you anything which wil

ly; "you never, never had a dog;

said, with refreshing frankness; "I am thinking of yo

pened, and, rattling a big bunch of keys,

h, "Ah! what pains little ma'm'selle

drowned as we crossed the sea. He fell over the

what grief my poor mother has, for my little brother Antoine fell into the river when all t

as he?" Do

a'm'selle, and as

er do?" Irene asked

ried her eyes, and tried to be cheerful for his, my father's, sake. The pain at her poor heart was terrible, terri

o Jeanette's story with keen

ur poor mo

d Jesus bore the cross, and that is the way for us all; little and young, or old, it is the same. But I must go; there is so much work, night and day, day and night.

alls, covered with silver paper

w, ma'm'selle, and wake fresh

does not tell me I don't care for her; she does not tell me t

id; "but if crying makes you ill, and makes

lence of Jeanette's chocolate, a

ette's about her poor little bro

ully; "I hope God will comf

ed the most-it was the mo

ittle boy slip into the water; it was a