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

is she coming?-i

into the pretty sitting-room of the Villa Lucia at San Remo, with

your sister, Willy. See, you have

t, grannie," said a little p

toddled into the room, having struggled down from his nurse's arms; and before any one could sto

b! what are you doing?"-Baby Bob stumped up to grannie, and depos

or it; it'

. The poor little flower is sadly squeezed; b

because, you see, I never even thought about her till the other d

h in the window, "it won't make much difference to you what Irene is like. A ro

who knows? she may like me better than anybody. She may be

ently gathered up her flowers, and was answering the call of

vinegar, no sugar. Now, grannie, as the little ones

wish you would try to please me by being m

she is always saying 'Do

n to you to play draughts with Constance last evening? Do you remember h

her I am sorry I have been so cross; but she i

d she is a little girl, and should for that very reason be gentle and forbearing, because it is a

dmother a rather ro

ht way, and when I come back you

nce laid down the book she

awful tease, and if she is a prim little thing, turned

He is a very high-spirited boy, very much like what your father was; and t

chool. Mr. Martyn thinks so also, I know. It is

, and you must remember y

h I were strong-half as strong! Here I lie, week after week, and my back does not get a bit better. I had the old

s lived there. As so often happens, the children could not bear the climate after a certain age, and they had been committed to their grandmother's c

at grief of his father and mother. He had caught a chill after a game of cricket, and died before any of his relations could reach him. Although no one was re

their grandmother had been able to bear the burden of responsibility. Constance had lately complained of a pain in her back, and had been condemned to lie down on an invalid couch for the greater part of the day; but Willy and the baby were as healthy as could be desired, and Ella, although not strong, h

y Consta

ike Aunt Ev

by her photograph,

ngham let Irene live wit

you know Irene has a second mother; and her home will be eventually

I wish to leave you, dear grannie," Constance added. "Indeed, I often think I hav

rnside

lways think of her as so young and bright, an

tance said; "and then there is an

. Acheson, and there are two good Italian servants, besides Stefano and his wife, who, being an Englishwoman, understand

's name? do you r

a very little girl, and I remember she had beaut

is coming because of a cough, and so is Mrs. Acheson, and really the only str

gs of London, and have the advantage of the sunshine here;

y take her back, for I shou

spring with the swallows. What a flight that is!" she said, looking out of th

stance, wearily; "I wis

s great in southern countries. After half an hour's quiet, there were sounds of coming feet, and Baby Bob, in all the glory of a very sho

hich she went up to Constance's couch, and seating herself there, t

picture-books, and tell for the hundredth time the story of Mother Hubbard, w

ade believe to be dead, because no good people or dogs could cheat. Crawley said so, and Maria said so,

lost time. This was his general habit. He would put off his lessons to t

lly satisfactory. Time and thought are necessary to fasten what is learned on the mind

ing ready for bed, she consult

w so little of th

hat's what your dear grandmamma has told me, and I daresay you'll find little Miss Packingham very forward w

sig

can speak French and Italian;

e lived with my dear mistress out of England so long. But there's another little lady coming, you

ys Irene isn't like Aunt Eva. I want to

his little bed in the corne