Contents
| [I.] | DOROTHY'S DREAM |
| [II.] | PREPARATION |
| [III.] | OFF AND AWAY |
| [IV.] | NINO |
| [V.] | ONLY A DOG |
| [VI.] | THE VILLA LUCIA |
| [VII.] | VILLA FIRENZE |
| [VIII.] | DOROTHY'S LESSONS |
| [IX.] | LOST |
| [X.] | IN THE SHADOWS |
| [XI.] | WHAT FOLLOWED |
| [XII.] | THE LOST FOUND |
A FLIGHT WITH THE SWALLOWS.
CHAPTER I.
DOROTHY'S DREAM.
In a deep window seat, hidden by crimson curtains from the room beyond, a little girl was curled up, looking out upon a trim garden, where the first autumn leaves were falling one September afternoon. The view was bounded by a high wall, and above the wall, the east end of Coldchester Cathedral stood up a dark mass against the pale-blue sky. Every now and then a swallow darted past the window, with its forked tail and whitish breast; then there was a twittering and chirping in the nests above, as the swallows talked to each other of their coming flight. Little Dorothy was an only child; she had no brothers and sisters to play with; thus she made playmates of her two fluffy kittens, who were lying at her feet; and she made friends of the twittering swallows and the chattering jackdaws, as they flew in and out from the cathedral tower, and lived in a world of her own.
The position of an only child has its peculiar pleasures and privileges; but I am inclined to think that all little girls who have brothers and sisters to play with are more to be envied than little Dorothy. To be sure, there was no one to want Puff and Muff but herself; no one to dispute the ownership of Miss Belinda, her large doll; no one to say it was her turn to dust and tidy Barton Hall, the residence of Miss Belinda; no one to insist on his right to spin a top or snatch away the cup and ball just when the critical moment came, and the ball was at last going to alight on the cup.
Dorothy had none of these trials; but then she had none of the pleasures which go with them; for the pleasure of giving up your own way is in the long run greater than always getting it; and it is better to have a little quarrel, and then "make it up" with a kiss and confession of fault on both sides, than never to have any one to care about what you care for, and no one to contradict you!