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

rs, who arrived at San Remo, after a night journey fro

py, tired, way-worn children who were lifted out of the carriage which had been sent t

h and bed, and the kind English wife of Stefano showed every wish to be accom

to notice them then, but when Dorothy opened her eyes, she was greatly amused to see that she was lo

ore the villa when Dorothy felt it was time to

you want? Ca

Dorothy, "but I can't get

narrow ribbon, which hung inside her own bed, a

the same bit of

and, to her delight, the net

what can the curtains be for?

to curtains; and I remember s

re mosq

ially at night, and make big bumps on your forehead, and the curtains shut the

to go to your grannie;

ne said, "for father wished me to

ne uses. Dr. Bell said I wanted playmates; and Ingleby says so; and Uncle Crannie says so; and so did that dreadful Mrs. Thompson. Ah! when I had my Nino, and Muff and Puff, I wanted nobody;" and D

r, I am sure; and then Miss Packingham is to go to her grandmamma's house. Your box was taken there, m

few minutes, and presented

eft Paris in the morning of the preceding day, and had reached San Remo at half-past ten. Irene, on the contrary, looked travel-worn, and she was a good dea

ke Lady Burnside's, opened on a verandah, they heard voices o

illy, who never knew wh

and fetch Irene-she is to co

is cousin. The thought passed through his mind, "I hope

o take you to the Vill

velling basket, from which she was taking s

and Miss Dorothy. Now, my dear," Ingleby continued, addressing Dorothy, "I hope you will be able to fancy something,"

, and said, in a tone in which there

u are my

am very glad to come and

mber her?" W

ys writes me very kind letters, s

Willy said, pushing his sister

, at Ingleby's advice, they all

tefano, and Willy and Ella enjoyed the good

iscuits, which were, as Ingleby said, "not fit to make a meal of." They were those little pink and white fluffy light balls,

handful from the box several times. Dorothy

x, Jingle; there won't

ged his shoulders, and said to himself, "

it was time to go, for her head ached, a

want Irene to go away-that she must stay with her, an

said Ingleby; "you mu

, good-temperedly; "she is

not a baby, and I love Irene, an

rting short, and said to Irene, w

ve it over. She wi

et Nino-dear, dear Nino. I don't forget him, a

," Irene said, kissing her;

lla. At first I thought her so pretty, and now I find she is only a litt

essed herself of I

orothy as you are to me, Will

crying. But here we ar

nd very soon Irene felt she was no lon

ed, without being told, that her father did not care much for her grannie. He rarely mentioned her,

. Roscoe was a very grand, fashionable lady, who had called on her at Mrs.

the fire rose to greet her and folded her in a warm embrace, Irene felt a strange choking sen

e home," she said, simp

e in! let me in!" And when Ella ran to open it, there was Baby B

ousin; is tha

a kiss, and say you

of the occasion, hid his round, rosy face in her gown, and beat a tattoo with his fat