Dorothy at Skyrie

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Raymond Evelyn. Dorothy at Skyrie

CHAPTER I. EARLY VISITORS

CHAPTER II. AN UNFORTUNATE AFFAIR

CHAPTER III. ON THE ROAD TO SOUTH MEADOW

CHAPTER IV. THE LEARNED BLACKSMITH

CHAPTER V. AN ACCIDENT AND AN APPARITION

CHAPTER VI. MORE PECULIAR VISITORS

CHAPTER VII. AT THE OFFICE OF A JUSTICE

CHAPTER VIII. A WALK AND ITS ENDING

CHAPTER IX. A LIVE STOCK SALE

CHAPTER X. AT MILKING-TIME

CHAPTER XI. HELPERS

CHAPTER XII. SETH WINTERS AND HIS FRIENDS

CHAPTER XIII. A BENEFICENT BEE

CHAPTER XIV. AN ASTONISHING QUESTION

CHAPTER XV. CONCERNING SEVERAL MATTERS

CHAPTER XVI. THE FATE OF DAISY-JEWEL

CHAPTER XVII. ON THE ROAD TO THE CIRCUS

CHAPTER XVIII. THAT SOUTH MEADOW

CHAPTER XIX. DOROTHY HAS ANOTHER SECRET

CHAPTER XX. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL

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But nothing so dire had happened. Crossing the grassy stretch before the cottage Dorothy had caught sight of Jim Barlow's familiar figure, coming along the tree-bordered lane which led to Deerhurst, and had hurried to meet him. The shrubbery hid her from view of Mrs. Chester and the Babcock girls, and for a moment mother Martha's heart sank with the same dread she had known while her beloved child had been absent from her. "Kidnapped!" If Alfaretta had tried she couldn't have hit upon a more terrifying word to her hearer.

"O Jim! Did ever anybody see such a beautiful, beau-ti-ful spot as this? Let me hold Peter's chain – the darling dog! No, he won't get away from me! I shan't let him. You can lead Ponce – but why did you bring them? Did Mrs. Calvert know? How do you like Deerhurst? Are you going to be happy there? Shall you have a chance to study some? Must you work in the garden all the time? Oh! I want to know everything all at once and you are so slow to talk! But, Jim dear, just stop a minute and look – look! Isn't our new home lots prettier than the little brick house where we used to live – 77 Brown Street, Baltimore! Do stop and look – please do!"

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"'Twan't nothin'. Not a mite. Anybody'd ha' felt sorry for a girl was coaxed away from her folks, that-a-way. Pshaw! Don't! No. I've had my breakfast a'ready. I couldn't. Mis' Calvert, the old lady, she sent me to fetch this basket o' garden sass to Mis' Chester: an' this letter was for you, sir. I was to give it to you an' nobody elst. I'm obleeged to ye, ma'am, but I couldn't. I couldn't, nohow. I'm – I'm chock-full!"

With this rather inelegant refusal, Jim turned his back on the neatly-spread table and fled through the doorway, dragging Ponce with him, overturning the too curious Claretta upon the floor, and making a vain effort to loosen Peter's chain from the arm of the chair where Dorothy had hastily fastened it.

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