| CHAP. | PAGE | |
|---|---|---|
| [I.] | WATCHING THE SWALLOWS | [7] |
| [II.] | WINIFRED’S TROUBLE | [18] |
| [III.] | A STRANGE JOURNEY | [31] |
| [IV.] | THE FIRST ATTEMPT | [50] |
| [V.] | LITTLE PHIL | [61] |
| [VI.] | WINIFRED’S BROTHERS | [72] |
| [VII.] | WINIFRED’S PARTY | [89] |
| [VIII.] | SUNDAY | [107] |
| [IX.] | THE LAST FLIGHT | [119] |
THE LITTLE MATCH-GIRL.
CONTENTS.
| PAGE | |
|---|---|
| [CHAPTER I.] | |
| A LITTLE MATCH-SELLER | [127] |
| [CHAPTER II.] | |
| IN THE STUDIO | [138] |
| [CHAPTER III.] | |
| WONDERFUL DAYS | [149] |
| [CHAPTER IV.] | |
| AT BROOKLANDS | [160] |
| [CHAPTER V.] | |
| DARK DAYS | [171] |
| [CHAPTER VI.] | |
| CONCLUSION | [182] |
OUR WINNIE,
OR
“WHEN THE SWALLOWS GO.”
CHAPTER I.
WATCHING THE SWALLOWS.
Winifred sat by the nursery window, upon the wide cushioned seat, leaning her little pale face against the glass and gazing with big blue eyes towards the rosy sky, where the sun was setting in a blaze of golden glory.
It was a pretty view the great oriel window commanded—garden and shrubbery just below, and beyond the close laurel hedge, low-lying pasture lands dotted with pine trees, and a large piece of water, which lay shining like molten gold in the glow of sunset radiance.
The swallows were enjoying the beauty of the evening as much as living things could do. They were darting this way and that in the bright, soft sunshine; now flying high, now low, and ever seeming drawn by irresistible attraction towards the shining surface of the water, which lay smiling and placid, without even a ripple to break its glassy smoothness.