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

he usual time, and went, as was her cus

by a rush to the door by El

ay to luncheon to-day," or

and when Ingleby looked in

on Constance with a tray in her hand and a

rothy, and where

er. "Her ladyship was glad to get the house quie

I hope Miss Dorothy was well wrapped up, for the wind is cold enough out of the sun, though Stefano is angry if I say

re by Lady Burnside, who c

Ingleby; how is

my lady; she has

e party. But I am sure Crawley will take care of Mi

my lady. I hope it is not one of those break-

are well used to climbing. Give my love to Mrs. A

behind the donkey going uphill, and by its head coming down again. What did it matter that the fatigue was great, and that she panted

and kindness in their childish days when childhood has passed away, and they no longer need their watchful care. Ingleby's love was not, perhaps, wise lo

iendship subsisted, and when she return

e little si

ne up one of those steep mou

l, and w

think fellows who take other people's children

ride up to Colla, and there are more books there t

do you say, Mrs. Ingleby?-a very pretty excursion; and there, high up in the heart of the hills, is a wonderful libra

t Colla, which is visited with so much delight by many who spend a w

ful if they are ho

Mrs. Crawley will have sense enough for that, though I don't think m

no ch

are spoiled, as we

heson, and tell her that Dorothy

, Mrs. Acheson was not anxious. Ingleby kept back the exp

as usual by Willy and Irene Packingham, Mrs. Acheson told Ingleby

ish me a 'Happy New Year!' And this present has arrived for her from her uncle at Coldchester. L

of each little mouse opened, and then inside one was the prettiest little scent-bottle you can imagine, and i

e card tied to the box, was there, I cannot tell you; but how lit

the last moment, and arrived at the gate jus

olding the pommel of the saddle, jogged up and down like any heavy dragoon soldier; while Irene, and Willy, and Ella, and the Merediths came on urging their tired steeds, and asking

d flapping in the wind, and though apparently not hurrying herself, she took

and a few sharp raps administered by Marietta to Francesco for making the d

-do you hear me, Master Willy?-speak, won't you?-has she fallen off o

ting pat to her donkey, and seeing

come with us; s

, holding up her hands and sinking back against th

t down Baby Bob to toddle into the house, and was settling the pa

Miss Dorothy! W

s safe enoug

ne! she is lost! she is lost!-

en all repeated; "

ady Burnside, who was sitting with Constanc

has not been with you to Colla?

r there till ten minutes ago. She is lost-lost-and oh! I wish we had

tch Stefano, anxious that Mrs. Acheson should not be alarmed and she despatched him at once to t

legs trembled, and she sat down on a b

f her determination to do as she liked best, without thinking what it was right and best to do, and what