Donald and Dorothy
Dodge Mary Mapes. Donald and Dorothy
CHAPTER I. IN WHICH NONE OF THE CHARACTERS APPEAR
CHAPTER II. FOURTEEN YEARS AFTERWARD
CHAPTER III. WHICH PARTLY EXPLAINS ITSELF
CHAPTER IV. THE DRIVE
CHAPTER V. SUPPER-TIME
CHAPTER VI. A FAMILY CONFERENCE
CHAPTER VII. THE DANBYS
CHAPTER VIII. TOO MUCH OF A GOOD THING
CHAPTER IX. IN WHICH SOME WELL-MEANING GROWN FOLK APPEAR
CHAPTER X $1
CHAPTER XI. JACK
CHAPTER XII. A DAY IN NEW YORK
CHAPTER XIII. DONALD AND DOROTHY ENTERTAIN FANDY
CHAPTER XIV. UNCLE GEORGE'S HAPPY THOUGHT
CHAPTER XV. THE HOUSE-PICNIC
CHAPTER XVI. A DISCOVERY IN THE GARRET
CHAPTER XVII. DORRY ASKS A QUESTION
CHAPTER XVIII. THE GYMNASIUM
CHAPTER XIX. THE "G. B. C."
CHAPTER XX. THE SHOOTING-MATCH
CHAPTER XXI. DANGER
CHAPTER XXII. A FROLIC ON THE WATER
CHAPTER XXIII. YANKEE AND DOODLE
CHAPTER XXIV. DONALD
CHAPTER XXV. THE SUNSET
CHAPTER XXVI. UNCLE GEORGE TELLS DONALD
CHAPTER XXVII. DELIA, OR DOROTHY?
CHAPTER XXVIII. DON RESOLVES TO SETTLE MATTERS
CHAPTER XXIX. AN UNEXPECTED LETTER
CHAPTER XXX. A TIME OF SUSPENSE
CHAPTER XXXI. ONLY A BIT OF RAG
CHAPTER XXXII. DONALD MAKES A DISCOVERY
CHAPTER XXXIII. AN IMPORTANT INTERVIEW
CHAPTER XXXIV. MADAME RENÉ TELLS HER STORY
CHAPTER XXXV. A DAY OF JOY
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The house is there still; so is Nero, now an honored old dog frisky only in his memories. But old as he is in teeth and muscle, he is hardly past middle-age in the wag of his still bushy tail, and is as young as ever in happy devotion to his master. Liddy, too, is down stairs, promoted, but busy as in the days gone by; and the voice of that very bell tinkled but an hour ago.
Here is the same study; some one within, and the door closed. Opposite, on the other side of the wide hall, is the parlor, its windows looking across piazza, sloping lawn, road-way, and field, straight out to the sparkling lake beyond. Back of the parlor is a sunny sitting-room, its bay-window framing a pleasant view of flower-garden, apple-orchard, and grape-arbor – a few straggling bunches clinging to the almost leafless November vines. And within, throughout the house indeed, floats a sunny-shady combination of out-door air, with a faint, delightful odor of open wood-fires. What a quiet, homelike, beautiful place it is!
"Oh, no one, dearie," said Lydia, with assumed carelessness; "that is, no one in particular. It's just a man. Well, as I was saying, your Aunt Kate wasn't only the light of the house, she was the heart of the house, too, the very heart. It was dreary enough after she went off to England, poor darling."
"Yes, yes, go on," urged Dorry, earnestly, at the same time wondering at her brother's hasty departure. "Go on, Liddy, that's a dear. I can repeat it all to Donald, you know."