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PRUE'S PLAYMATES. PRUE'S JOLLY WINTER. A JOLLY CAT TALE. Large umo. Cloth. Profusely Illus- trated. Price $z.oo 'HERE! HERE! " CKIED DOROTHY, AND ECHO ANSWERED, "HERE, ERE! " Page 4. DOROTHY DAINTY AT THE MOUNTAINS BY AMY BROOKS AUTHOR OF "DOROTHY DAINTY SERIES," "THE RANDY BOOKS," "THE PRUE BOOKS," AND "A JOLLY CAT TALE" WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY THE AUTHOR BOSTON LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO. jt, DOROTHY DAINTY ^ TRADE-MARK Registered in U. S. Patent Office Published, August, 1911 COPYBIGHT, 1911, BY LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO. All Rights Reserved DOROTHY DAIXTY AT THE MouirrAnre Nortnonti Prtst Berwick & Smith Co. Norwood, Mass., U. S A. STACK ANNU 5125901 CHAPTEB PAGB I. AT THE CLEVEKTON 1 II. A DELIGHTFUL SURPRISE 21 III. AN ENTERTAINMENT 42 IV. IN A BIRCH ARBOR 62 V. THE MOUNTAIN PARTY 81 VI. THE ECHO CAPTURED 101 VII. FLORETTA'S RETURN 122 VIII. AT THE FAIB 141 IX. FLOSSIE'S LETTER 162 X. A GIFT OF WILDFLOWERS . . . . . 182 XI. ARABELLA MAKES A CALL 201 XII. A SERENADE . 222 ILLUSTRATIONS u Here! Here! " cried Dorothy, and echo answered, "Here, ere! " (Page 4) .... Frontispiece FACING PAGE Often she looked back, as she sped over the road . 32 " Oh, what a lovely, lovely story! " said Dorothy . . 66 With feet and hands she strove to loosen the tough, wiry vines 120 She took a few tripping steps, smiling at her reflection . 176 She offered two cards to Floretta 210 DOROTHY DAINTY AT THE MOUNTAINS CHAPTER I AT THE CLEVERTON r MHE great hotel on the crest of the hill -*- was bathed in sunlight that poured from a rift in the clouds, as if sent for the sole purpose of showing the grand portico, the broad piazza, and the flag that floated gracefully on the summer breeze. Its many windows seemed to be looking across the valley to opposite mountain peaks, and one could easily imagine that its wide, open doorway, smiled genially as if offering a welcome to all arriving guests. 2 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS Two little girls ran across the lawn, the one with flaxen curls, the other with sunny brown ringlets. The fair-haired little girl had eyes as blue as the blue blossoms that she held in her hand, while her playmate's eyes were soft and brown, and told that her heart was lov- ing and true. The little blue-eyed girl was Dorothy Dainty, and the child who clasped her hand was her dearest friend, Nancy Ferris. Nancy had no parents, and a few years before Dorothy's mamma had taken her under her care and protection, and she was being trained and educated as carefully as was Dorothy, the little daughter of the house. They had come to the Hotel Cleverton to spend the summer, and the first few days of their stay, they had explored all the land AT THE CLEVERTON 3 .that lay immediately around the hotel, and had found many beautiful spots, but one thing held their interest, they loved the echo, and never tired of awakening it. " Come! " cried Dorothy. " Run with me over to the white birches, and we'll shout, and listen! ' Mrs. Dainty had told them the story of Echo, the nymph, who for loving Pan and following him and calling to him had been changed into a huge rock on the mountain- side, and forever compelled to mock each voice she heard. The old legend of the nymph had caught their fancy, and often they paused in their play to shout, and listen to what seemed to them the voice of some fairy of the moun- tains. Now they stood beside the birches, Dorothy with one arm around a white 4 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS trunk, and Nancy near her. At their feet were countless bluebells, overhead the blue sky, while across and beyond the val- ley rose the mountain capped by white clouds that looked as soft as swan's- down. " Here! Here! " cried Dorothy, and echo answered, " Here, ere! ' " Listen! " cried Dorothy, clasping her hands, and laughing with delight. " It an- swers as if it was a truly voice that heard and replied. "Nancy, I love you!' 1 she cried, and again they plainly heard : - " Love you-oo! ' They thought it great fun to shout and call, and hear their cries so cleverly re- peated. And now another child ran out from the great doorway, paused a moment as if look- AT THE CLEVERTON 5 ing for some one, then, seeing the two little figures near the clump of birches, stole softly near them. On tiptoe, and with tread as soft and noiseless as a cat, she made her way over the short grass, until she was quite near them. Then, hiding behind a low bush, she watched them. How still she stood! For what was she waiting? Her bold eyes were full of mischief, as she whispered, " Oh, hurry up! ' Dorothy Dainty put her hands to her mouth, trumpet fashion, and called: " Come and catch us! " and instantly the echo from the distant mountain and a shrill voice behind them, repeated: " Come and catch us! '' " Oh, oh-o! " cried Dorothy, and Nancy ran to her, and threw her arms about her. 6 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS " You ought not to frighten Dorothy like that! " cried Nancy. A saucy laugh answered her. " Well, it isn't nice to be shrieked at, and you do it just like the echo, you know you do, and it's enough to frighten any one," said Nancy. The little tease was not in the least abashed. She could imitate almost any sound that she had ever heard, and each success made her eager to repeat her efforts at mocking. " I made old Mrs. Hermanton fly up out of her chair, and drop her ball of worsted and knitting-needles, when I shouted close to her ear." " Why, Floretta! " cried Nancy. " Now you think that was horrid, but / tell you it was funny. She'd just been tell- ing about her darling little lap-dog that AT THE CLEVERTON 7 died ten years ago, and she got out her handkerchief to cry, and put it up to her eyes. " * Oh, if I only could hear his lovely bark again! ' she said, and right behind her chair, I said: " ' Ki-yi! Yip! Yip! ' and she jumped up much as a foot from her seat." Nancy laughed. How could she help it? The old lady had told every man, woman, and child who sat upon the piazza, how much she had suffered in the loss of the dog. One testy old gentleman who was troubled with gout, spoke rather plainly. " Madam," he said, " I've heard that story every day of this week, and all I can say is, I wish you had gout in your feet as I have, and you'd have no time to waste crying for a puppy! " 8 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS He certainly was hopelessly rude, but one must admit every day is far too often to be forced to listen to an uninteresting tale. Moretta stood looking down at the toe of her shoe. She moved it from side to side along the grass for a moment, then she spoke again. " You know old Mr. Cunningham has gout, and is awful cross? ' Dorothy and Nancy nodded. They did indeed know that. " Well, he sat on the piazza and laughed when I scared Mrs. Hermanton, so I want to know if he'll think it's funny every time I do things. You know he puts one foot up on a chair, and every time any one touches that chair ever so little, he cries: t Oh, oh, oh! ' and holds on to his foot. " The next time I'm near him, I'm going to make Vlieve hit my foot against some- AT THE CLEVERTON 9 thing, and then I'll cry out, just 'zactly as he does: " ' Oh, oh, oh! ' and I'll hold on to my foot/' said Floretta. " I know it's funny," said Dorothy, " but I don't think you ought to." " Well, you needn't. P'raps you couldn't do it just like other folks, but I can, and I'm going to! " said Floretta. She was a handsome child, but her bold- ness marred her beauty. She was, indeed, a clever imitator, but she had been told so too often. Her mother constantly praised her cleverness, and un- wise friends applauded her efforts, until Floretta acquired the idea that she must, on all occasions, mimic some one. Sometimes those whom she mocked thought it clever, and laughed when they had thus been held up to derision. 10 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS At other times Floretta found that she had chosen the wrong person to mimic, and had received a sharp rebuke. This taught her nothing, however. She thought any one who did not enjoy her antics must be very ill-natured, while her silly mother considered that Floretta had been abused. While Dorothy and Nancy were talking with Floretta, they were picking large bouquets of bluebells and a tiny white flower that grew as abundantly as the blue- bells, and blossomed as freely. It pleased her, for the moment, to gather some of the blossoms, and soon the three were too busy to talk, each trying to see which could gather the largest bou- quet. On the hotel piazza Mrs. Paxton sat, oc- cupied with her embroidery, but not too AT THE CLEVERTON 11 busy to talk. She was never too busy to talk, if she could find any one to listen. Near her sat two ladies who had just ar- rived, and old Mr. Cunningham, who frowned darkly at the magazine that he was trying to read. It was not that the story displeased him that he frowned, but that he was bored with hearing what Mrs. Paxton was saying, mainly because she always said the same thing. " You see, with our wealth and position, it is impossible that little Floretta should ever make any use of her talents for any purpose other than the amusement of her friends," she said. One of the two ladies, whose fine face and sweet low voice bespoke refinement, looked fixedly at Mrs. Paxton, and wondered that 12 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS any woman should be willing to boast so foolishly. The other, whose garments told of a great love of display, seemed interested, and even impressed. " What is her especial talent? ' : she asked, " I really should like to know. Is she musical? ' : " O dear, yes," Mrs. Paxton hastened to reply; " she plays delightfully, and she has a voice that is really quite unusual for a child; she dances, too, but her greatest gift is her power of imitation. She has a sensi- tive nature that is open to impressions, and she sees the funny side of everything. She really is a wonderful little mimic. You must see her to appreciate her charm." The quiet woman looked as if she thought this a doubtful accomplishment, but the one who had eagerly listened said: AT THE CLEVERTON 13 " .Where is she? I should be so pleased to see her. Not all children are so interest- ing. Many are dull." " And lucky they are! " growled old Mr. Cunningham, under his breath, but the ladies did not hear that. " I don't want these flowers now I've picked them," cried Floretta. " You can have them if you want them," she said, as she turned toward Dorothy. " I can't hold any more than I have," said Dorothy, " but you could ' " Then here they go! " cried Floretta, as she flung them broadcast, to lie and wilt in the sunlight. " Oh, it was too bad to throw them away," said Dorothy. " I was going to say, if you didn't care for them, perhaps Mrs. Hermanton might like them. She said she 14 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS liked wild flowers and used to pick them, but her rheumatism won't let her pick them now.' " Pooh! I wouldn't have bothered to take them back to her," Floretta replied; and turning about, she ran back to the hotel. " Come here, Floretta! " said Mrs. Pax- ton. " This lady wishes to see you." Usually Floretta when asked to do any- thing, preferred to do something else. This time, thinking that she saw an op- portunity for a lark, she went promptly and paused beside her mother's chair. " This is Mrs. Dayne, Floretta. Mrs. Dayne, this is my little daughter." Floretta looked up and smiled, but said nothing. She had never been taught that she must reply courteously when spoken to. Her pretty face pleased Mrs. Dayne, who AT THE CLEVERTON 15 was much the same sort of woman that Mrs. Paxton was. She wished that Floretta could be induced to perform. Induced! She was already wondering if she would have a chance to show off. The opportunity came soon, and she was delighted. Mr. Cunningham had become drowsy, and his magazine dropped to the piazza floor. In stooping to recover it, he hurt his gouty foot, and cried out. " Oh, oh-o! " he cried, and like an echo, " Oh 9 oh-o! " cried Floretta, catching hold of her own foot and hopping wildly about. Of course Mrs. Paxton laughed gaily, as if Floretta had done a very smart thing, while Mrs. Dayne, who was as silly a woman as Mrs. Paxton, joined in the mer- 16 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS riment, thus hoping to gain favor with her new friend. Mr. Cunningham, without a word, took his magazine and, limping painfully, left the piazza, and went indoors. Mrs. Vinton, an odd expression on her fine face, took her parasol from the chair where it lay, and went for a walk down the path toward the birches. She was dis- gusted with Mrs. Paxton, Moretta, and Mrs. Dayne, although she felt that the little girl was least of all at fault. She was only an untaught, untrained child, to be pitied rather than blamed. She knew that they would think her very un- kind if she did not seem to approve of Floretta, and she could not laugh at cruelty. The child was indeed a clever imitator, but the fact remained that it was cruel to mock an outcry caused by pain. AT THE CLEVERTON 17 Dorothy and Nancy were coming toward her, on their way toward the hotel, their hands filled with blossoms, faces bright and smiling. They greeted her gaily, and Dorothy of- fered her some of the flowers. "I'll give half to you, and half to mamma," said Dorothy. " I mean, I will if you'd like to have them." "It is a sweet gift, and I shall enjoy them in my room," Mrs. Vinton said. " I have a lovely vase that is worthy to hold such beautiful blossoms." "I'll divide mine between Aunt Char- lotte and Mrs. Hermanton," said Nancy. " You both like to give," said Mrs. Vin- ton. " Oh, yes! " they cried together, and as she left them, Dorothy said: " Isn't she a sweet, lovely lady? " 18 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS " Yes, and I like to hear her talk, her voice always sounds so pleasant." Mrs. Vinton, as she walked along the little path, her flowers in her hand, thought of Dorothy and Nancy. " They are two dear little girls," she said, " and add to the charm of this lovely place." " Would you dare to give Mr. Cunning- ham some bluebells for his buttonhole? " said Nancy. "I'd like to, but I wouldn't dare." " I don't know," Dorothy said. "I'd like to, too, and he 'most always has a rose- bud, but sometimes he doesn't. When we get back, if he's on the piazza, and hasn't a bud in his buttonhole, I'll try to dare to offer him some of these blossoms." Dear little Dorothy! She wondered if she would be rewarded with a frown! AT THE CLEVERTON 19 Floretta and her mother were not there, neither was Mrs. Dayne, but in a shady cor- ner sat Mr. Cunningham. Nancy ran in to take her flowers to Aunt Charlotte and Mrs. Hermanton. Dorothy hesitated. She would have been even more timid, had she known how re- cently he had been offended. He looked up from*his book, frowned, then smiled and nodded pleasantly. He had thought that Floretta had re- turned, and was pleasantly surprised to see Dorothy, instead. Softly she crossed the piazza until she stood beside him. " May I give you a few of these bluebells for your buttonhole? " she said. " They're only wild flowers, but they're pretty ones," she added, fearing that, after all, he might not care for them. 20 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS " Why, thank you, iny dear. I surely would like them, especially as they are of- fered me by a real little lady." He placed the cluster that she offered him in his lapel, as he spoke, and looked to Dorothy for approval. " They are wild flowers, truly," he said, " but I think they are quite as attractive as the buds I have been wearing," and Dorothy was glad that she had offered them. CHAPTER II A DELIGHTFUL SURPRISE nnHREE weeks had passed, and as nearly -*- every day had been fair, the guests at the Cleverton had lived out of doors, ap- pearing at the hotel at meal-time, and at night. Other wild flowers beside the bluebells were blossoming gaily, peeping up from the grass as if offering a welcome to all who looked at them; and even great rocks and ledges held tiny blossoming plants in their crevices. The pony, Romeo, had come to the moun- tains with the family, and seemed to enjoy the outing. Every morning Dorothy and Nancy went 21 22 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS for a drive, and Romeo tossed his mane, and pranced as if to show his delight. One morning the pony was standing at the porch, waiting for his little mistress, who soon came running down the stairs. Floretta was standing in the hall, spin- ning a top. A sign on the wall plainly stated that children must not play in the hall, but that did not disturb Floretta. Deftly she wound the string, and the great top fell to the floor, where it hummed and spun as rapidly as if a boy's hand had flung it. She picked it up, and again wound it, this time throwing it with even greater force. " Look! Look! " she cried. " I b'lieve it spins faster every time I throw it! ' Dorothy looked over the baluster at the humming top, but said nothing. A DELIGHTFUL SURPRISE 23 She knew that Floretta had seen the no- tice; indeed a number of the children had stood in the hall when it had been tacked up. Looking up at Dorothy, Floretta noticed the whip in her hand. " Riding? " she asked. " Yes, for a little while, " said Dorothy. " It's a lovely morning, and I mean to see how quickly Romeo will take me to the * Spring/ " I wouldn't care to ride horseback," said Floretta, rudely. " You won't care to spin tops in this hall if Matson catches you," cried a shrill voice, from an upper hall. " Pooh! I'm not afraid of Matson," Floretta said, boldly, looking up at the boy who had tried to frighten her. " Oh, aren't you? " said the boy in a teas- 24 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS ing voice. " Well, he manages this ho- tel, and he'll make you stop if he catches you! " " You stop, Jack Tiverton! ' cried Moretta. " You'll be the one to stop! " said Jack, with a loud laugh. Dorothy crossed the hall, stepping around Floretta, who stood exactly in the way. Looking back, she saw Ploretta show the tip of her tongue to Jack, while Jack, not to be outdone, made a most outrageous face. " I wish they weren't so horrid! ' Dorothy said to herself, as she left the hall. Having mounted Romeo, with the groom's aid, she rode off down the lovely, shady road, the man on his horse, following at a respectful distance. A DELIGHTFUL SURPRISE 25 She touched the pony lightly with her whip, and he responded by breaking into a gentle gallop. Dorothy's bright curls flew back from her flushed face, and she laughed as she flew over the road. The groom watched her admiringly, and marvelled that so small a girl could be such a perfect little equestrienne. The ride had brightened her eyes, and she always looked smaller than she really was when mounted upon Romeo. He was a handsome animal, with flowing mane and tail, and the groom spoke truth- fully when he muttered : " Them two makes a high-bred pair. Miss Dorothy is a girl 'ristycrat, an' the little hoss is a hoss 'ristycrat, if ever there was one.' The groom had been in the service of the 26 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS Dainty family but a few months, but in that time he had become devoted to the little daughter of the house. All the servants loved Dorothy, and were almost as fond of Nancy Ferris. The young groom had heard Nancy's story, and he felt a deep interest in the little girl, who once had been a waif. Now, his pleasant face wore a smile as he followed Dorothy, and saw how firmly the little figure stuck to the saddle, and rode as if girl and pony were one and insepa- rable. They reached the " Spring," a spot whose beauty drew all travellers to it, and artists lingered there to paint, and thus perpetuate its charm. Romeo looked down at the clear stream that reflected his figure so perfectly. " He wants a drink," said Dorothy; A DELIGHTFUL SURPRISE 27 " lead him to a good place, Thomas, please." He helped her to dismount, and then led the pony to a shady spot where he could drink, and enjoy the cool, clear water. Dorothy at once commenced to gather some of the lovely wild flowers that grew near the water's edge, but farther up the stream. " These are different from any that I've ever found here," she thought. Her hands were nearly filled with the lovely blossoms, and she was reaching out to grasp an especially pretty one, when a strangely familiar voice, just behind her, said: " I think I see some one I've often seen before! ' Dorothy turned, and a little cry of sur- prise and pleasure escaped her lips. 28 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS There were Mrs. Barnet and dear lit- tle Flossie coming toward her, while very near her was the owner of the .voice, Flossie's handsome, merry-hearted Uncle Harry! Just behind him was his lovely young wife, and the baby in charge of a maid. " Oh, I am glad, so glad to see you! " cried Dorothy. " And Flossie Barnet, did you know you were coming up here, when I said l good-by ' to you and Molly Mer- ton at Merrivale? ' " I didn't know surely, but I almost knew," Flossie admitted, " but Uncle Harry said, l Don't tell 'til you know,' and I didn't truly know until after you were gone." " Well, it's fine to have you here," said Dorothy, " but I do truly b'lieve it's almost nicer to be surprised, and have you; " and A DELIGHTFUL SURPRISE 29 she threw her arm around Flossie, as she walked beside her. Tall, handsome Uncle Harry thought he saw a chance for a bit of a joke. " I wonder why some one isn't surprised to see me? " he said. " Oh, I am," said Dorothy, " and glad, too." " "Well, thank you," said Uncle Harry; then with a face that he tried to make sad, he said: " But I know you aren't as glad as you were to see Flossie, because, you didn't put your arm around my waist! ' He had tried to look very glum, but his blue eyes were laughing. Big, handsome Uncle Harry could not look woebegone, and the two little girls laughed at his attempt. " The barge is taking our party over to 30 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS the ' Cleverton/ and I see you have the pony, Dorothy," said Uncle Harry. " Will you run a race with the barge? ' "Oh, yes, yes! " cried Dorothy, ''and Romeo will come in ahead! ' "If he does," said Uncle Harry, "I'll surely decorate him with a blue rib- bon! " .With many a laugh and jest, and much guessing as to which would be the winner, the merry party clambered into the barge; Dorothy mounted Romeo, and they were off over the road, on the way to the hotel. The horses, like the average barge horses, were not beauties, but they saw the pony rush forward, and they made an effort at speed. They plunged forward, at what, to them, seemed a reckless pace, but the fine, handsome Romeo shot past them, his nos- A DELIGHTFUL SURPRISE 31 trils dilated, and his eyes bright with ex- citement. Dorothy's gay laugh rang out as she passed them, and Uncle Harry, as he looked after the flying figure, exclaimed: " The little fairy! I believe no other child could ride so fearlessly as that! r Often she looked back, as she sped over the road. Try as they would, the old horses could not overtake her. As soon as the barge appeared in sight between the trees, she touched Borneo lightly with her whip-stock, and then she laughed gaily as he plunged forward, the old barge rattling along far behind. She did not permit Romeo to again slacken his pace, and thus arrived at the Cleverton before the barge was in sight, so slow had been its progress. " Oh, Nancy! " she cried, " Who do you think has come? " 32 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS " ,Who has come? ' : Nancy asked. " Where are they? " " I mean you can't guess who is coming, and there they come now, Nancy, just look! " Nancy did look, saw the barge swing- ing around the curve of the road, saw a tiny handkerchief waving, and then a sweet little face looked out to smile at her. " Oh, it's Flossie Barnet! " cried Nancy, joyfully, " and her mamma, and, why, yes it is! It's Flossie's Uncle Harry! ' He heard the cry, and heard the welcome in her voice. " Yes, it's Flossie's Uncle Harry, and all the other little girls' Uncle Harry who care to claim him for an uncle," he said, with a laugh, as he lifted his little niece down from the barge. OFTEN SHE LOOKED BACK, AS SHE SPED OVER THE ROAD. Page 31. A DELIGHTFUL SURPRISE 33 " Oh, I'm so glad lie came, too," said Dorothy, upon hearing which, he turned and lifting his hat, bowed, thus acknowl- edging the compliment that she had paid him. His eyes twinkled with pleasure, for he loved children, and he valued their re- gard. He was a big, manly fellow, with a warm heart, as loving, and as merry as that of a child. The Barnet party added much to the pleasure of little events and entertainments at the Hotel Cleverton. Flossie became, at once, a favorite with the other children, and her charming mother was deservedly popular with all. Uncle Harry, who possessed a fine voice, willingly sang whenever a musical program was arranged for an evening, while his lovely young wife, who was an accom- plished pianist, played his accompani- 34 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS ments, or rendered solos, thus generously adding to the pleasure of the other guests. " I tell you what it is," said old Mr. Cun- ningham, " that big bank of clouds hanging over that mountain means rain, and plenty of it, I believe." " I think you are right," said Uncle Harry, " and if we do have a three days' rain, as we sometimes do, we shall have to use every effort to keep things humming, and so forget the storm." They had been sitting on the piazza, and talking of the days of uninterrupted sun- shine that they had enjoyed, when, in a few minutes, the blue sky had been hidden, as if by a thin, pearly veil, while hanging over the mountain was the mass of leaden clouds that had seemed to prophesy rain. " Oh, I don't want it to rain," wailed A DELIGHTFUL SURPRISE 35 Floretta, who stood near them, her pretty face puckered into a most unpleasant frown. " I'm afraid the weather can't be ar- ranged especially for you," said Mr. Cun- ningham. He, like all the guests, was very tired of the child who was either whining, or bois- terously, rudely gay. Just at this point, Mrs. Paxton came out on the piazza, a small note-book and pencil in her hand. She hastened toward the two gentlemen, and smiled as if she were conferring a favor. " With the chance of a stormy evening, we are trying to arrange a program that will give us a pleasant evening indoors," she said. " I am sure you will help me." She had smiled at both, and old Mr. Cun- 36 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS ningham, who heartily disliked her, was only too glad to reply. "I'm not musical, madam," he said, " but I'll whistle ' Hail Columbia ' for you, if you will promise not to reprimand me if I get off the key." " Dear, dear! " she cried. " You are al- ways so amusing. One never knows if you are joking, or serious." " It would be very serious, and no joke, I assure you, if you were actually obliged to listen to my whistling," was the curt reply, and he turned once more to scan the sky and the distant mountains. Uncle Harry, of course, agreed to sing, his wife promised to play, and Mrs. Paxton moved toward where Mrs. Dainty and her companion, Aunt Charlotte, were sitting, with Dorothy and Nancy near them. " Will your little daughter sing for us A DELIGHTFUL SURPRISE 37 this evening? " she asked. " We are eager to have quite a fine program. " " Dorothy shall sing for you, surely," Mrs. Dainty said, " and Nancy, I am sure, will give a little solo." " Oh, does Nancy sing or play? " Mrs. Paxton asked, in surprise, for thus far Nancy had not exhibited her talent, what- ever it might be. " She will give you a solo that shall be neither singing nor playing," Mrs. Dainty replied, with a quiet smile. " How very interesting! " said Mrs. Pax- ton. She had invited Dorothy to sing be- cause other guests had expressed the wish to hear her. Here was a second child with talent of some kind! Well, Floretta's imitations of other people would certainly eclipse the ef- forts of the other little girls! Mrs. Pax- 38 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS ton's sole idea in arranging the entertain- ment was for the purpose of showing Mor- etta's mimicry. A small figure paused a moment in the doorway, then stepped back, and peeped out, scanning the groups upon the piazza. " She isn't there! ' he whispered. " She's backed out, an' she said she'd do it!" He drew back into the shadow, and waited, hoping that when he looked again he might see her. A second peep at the guests on the piazza showed that Floretta was not among them. " She didn't try to do it! " he muttered. He held something in his hand, which he kept behind his back. He was about to peep again when a light hand touched his shoulder. He turned, and there stood Floretta, A DELIGHTFUL SURPRISE 39 looking prettier than usual in her short white frock, white shoes, and pink hair ribbons. " Did you get one? " whispered Jack. " Look! " said Floretta, and from behind her back she produced a long corn-cob. " I took mine from the table at noon, when ma wasn't looking, and ran from the dining- room, and hid it in our room," said Flor- etta. " How did you get yours? " " I asked the head waiter to get mine for me," said Jack, " and he acted as if he thought me a ninny. He gave it to me all the same, and asked what I was up to. I didn't tell him, though." They giggled softly. " Ready? " whispered Jack, softly. " Yes," whispered Floretta, and then, with corn-cobs held to their mouths, and their fingers working as if playing upon 40 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS flutes, they marched out on to the piazza, loudly singing, " Hail Columbia." Some of the guests laughed, none so loudly as Mrs. Paxton, who declared that it taxed her intellect to imagine what put such outrageously funny notions into chil- dren's heads.. " I can answer that, madam, and without trying very hard, either. It's Satan, madam, Satan, who from watching their actions, takes them to be his near rela- tives," said Mr. Cunningham. Meanwhile the little procession of two, encouraged by the laughter, marched in and out between the groups of guests, until un- lucky Floretta let her corn-cob slip from her fingers, the moist, sticky thing falling upon the light silk skirt of a lady who sat near Mrs. Paxton. " There, there, Floretta, never mind," A DELIGHTFUL SURPRISE 41 said Mrs. Paxton; then turning to the wearer of the gown, she said, " I don't think it will stain it in the least. Children will be children, and must have their fun! ' CHAPTER in AN ENTERTAINMENT 1%/TRS. PAXTON had laughed at what -^*-"- she chose to call the " funny " an- tics of Floretta and Jack, but in truth, she had been very angry. She swept from the piazza, Floretta, firmly grasped, walking beside her. Jack Tiverton's mother took him to her room, where she could talk to him, without fear of interruption. Floretta sat on a low divan, sullen and obstinate. For twenty minutes she had listened, while her mother had told what a disre- spectful thing she had done. " I don't see how it was not respectful," 42 AN ENTERTAINMENT 43 grumbled Floretta, " we were just having a little fun." " And it was fun at my expense, 5 ' said Mrs. Paxton. " I was annoyed, just when I was making plans for a fine entertain- ment, to have you and that boy parade out on to the piazza with those old corn-cobs, singing, or rather howling, like young sav- ages! ' This, and much more Floretta was forced to listen to, but during the remainder of the scolding, she did not speak, or reply in any way. She was still very sullen when her mother left the room, and no one saw her until she appeared in the dining-room at dinner. She tasted one dish after another, but managed to eat but little dinner. She wished her mother to think that the scold- ing had made her ill. 44 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS It proved to be wasted effort. Mrs. Pax- ton had been so interested in what Mrs. Dayne was saying that she had not noticed that Floretta let the various courses go un- tasted. She had hoped to worry her mother, but had only punished herself! She was very hungry when they left the table, and also very angry. " I might just as well have eaten my din- ner," she muttered, " she never noticed that I didn't." When the hour arrived that had been set for the concert, every guest was present, and all were talking and laughing gaily, and very glad that an evening's amusement had been provided. Outside, the rain was descending in tor- rents, while a cold wind whistled around the corners, as if demanding admittance. AN ENTERTAINMENT 45 Indoors the heavy red hangings were drawn over the lace draperies, great logs blazed in the fireplaces, while over all softly shaded lights gave an air of cozy comfort that made one feel sheltered and safe from the storm. A group of ladies sat chatting together, and one, a recent arrival, was saying that she had understood that children were not permitted as guests at the Cleverton. " There are only a few children here," Mrs. Vinton said, " and some of them are charming. ' ' " While others are not? " questioned the stranger, with an odd smile. "I'd rather not say just that," Mrs. Vin- ton said, " but I will say that Mrs. Dainty's little daughter, and Dorothy's little friend, Nancy, and Flossie Barnet, are three of the sweetest children I have ever met. My 46 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS stay here is brighter and far pleasanter because they are also here." " Dorothy Dainty is an unusually fine singer for a child," another lady said, " and she is to sing for us to-night. I believe Nancy Ferris is to do something, but I do not know what. Does any one know if Nancy sings? ' : "I've not the least idea what her talent is," said a pleasant-voiced matron, " but she is such a bright, interesting child that I feel sure that whatever she is able to do at all, she will do exceedingly well." " Aunt Vera is to play a solo for the first number," said little Flossie Barnet, to a lady who sat near her. "That is delightful," said the lady, " and what are you to do? " " Oh, I'll listen, and listen," said Flos- AN ENTERTAINMENT 47 sie, " and then, 111 clap to show how much I liked what the people did." " And your friend Dorothy is to sing," said the lady, " do you know what Nancy does? " " Oh, yes, I do! " cried Flossie, " and she does it so lovely, you'll wonder how she could! I'm not to tell what she'll do, none of us are to tell. You'll see when she does it!" " Dear little girl, you seem quite as happy as if you were to be a soloist," said the lady. " Why, yes," said Flossie, " for when the other little girls do pretty things, I see them, but I couldn't see myself do any- thing! " " Oh, you sweet, funny little girl," the pleasant-faced lady said, as she drew Flos- sie closer, " I never knew so dear a child." 48 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS " Dorothy and Nancy are dear/' said Flossie, " and oh, you hay en 't seen Molly Merton! She's another one of my little friends, and she's always lovely to play with. We're always together when I'm at home at Merrivale." Before the lady could express regret that she did not know Molly, the orchestra began the opening chords of an overture. The musicians gave an afternoon and evening concert daily, throughout the sea- son, but to-night their numbers were to be interspersed with solos given by the guests. The orchestra was generously applauded, and then a slender figure in a gown of soft, pink satin seated itself at the piano, and with light touch and brilliant execution, played a rondo that delighted all. In response to repeated applause, she AN ENTERTAINMENT 49 played the " Caprice Hongroise," which aroused wild enthusiasm. She smiled, and bowed gracefully in ac- knowledgment, then turning toward her husband, who now stood beside her, took from his hand the duplicate of the song that he was to sing. She always played his ac- companiments. How full of music was his rare voice, how like the tones of a silver trumpet when he sang " A Song of the Sea," how tender his tones when for a second number, he sang an " Italian Love Song! r " Didn't he sing fine, just fine? " Flossie asked, eagerly. " Indeed he did," the lady replied, " I never heard a more excellent voice." " Well, he's my own Uncle Harry! " said Flossie, a world of love and pride in her voice. 50 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS A young girl played a serenade on the guitar, and a member of the orchestra played a waltz for violin, and both were en- cored. Those who were to perform were in a small room awaiting their turn. They were laughing and chatting while they waited, and all, save a little girl, who kept apart from the others, seemed bright and happy. Her eyes were dull, and her red lips pout- ing. It was Moretta Paxton, and she was watching Nancy Ferris, noticing every de- tail of her costume, and looking as unpleas- ant as possible. Nancy wore a frock of white gauze, thickly strewn with tiny gold spangles. Her girdle was white satin, her slippers were white, and she wore a cluster of pink rosebuds in her hair. "What's she going to do?" Moretta AN ENTERTAINMENT 51 asked in a fretful voice, but Mrs. Paxton, who stood beside her, could not tell her that. She knew no more of Nancy's talent than Floretta did. Floretta had been angry in the afternoon; she had foolishly refused dinner, and was very hungry; she was made more angry because hers was not the first number on the program, and now, here was Nancy Fer- ris wearing a beautiful frock that far out- shone her own! She was wearing a simple pink muslin, and had felt that she was finely dressed, until Nancy appeared. The satin girdle, the white slippers, and the spangles were more than she could for- give. " What's she going to do? " she asked again, more fretfully than before. " I don't know," Mrs. Paxton said. 52 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS "Well, I won't do a thing 'til I do know! " said Floretta. Silly little girl! Always a jealous child, she now thought that Nancy- might be an- other impersonator or imitator, and she was nearly wild. The orchestra was now playing a dreamy waltz. Nancy's foot tapped the measure. Her eyes were brighter. " "What is she going to do? " whispered Floretta. The tall man, who had been announcing the numbers, now swung aside the portiere, and Nancy slipped from her chair, ran out upon the stage, and then, oh, the fairy motion of her arms, the lightness with which, on the tips of her toes, she flew across the stage ! With her finger-tips she lifted the hem of her skirt, and courtesied low, then away in AN ENTERTAINMENT 53 a dreamy whirl she sped, turning to look over her shoulder, and laugh at the faces that showed greatest surprise. On swept the strains of sweetest music, and little Nancy, carried away with love of the music, danced more charmingly than ever before. Aunt Charlotte and Mrs. Dainty watched her flying figure, and often as they had seen her, they knew that she was excelling her- self. " Nancy, Nancy, dear child! " murmured Aunt Charlotte. Now, with her feet crossed, and still on the tips of her toes she whirled like a top, did the graceful rocking step, swayed like a flower in the wind, whirled about again, courtesied once more, and laughing like a merry, dark-eyed sprite, ran back into the little waiting-room. 54 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS Oh, what thunders of applause greeted her, yet she sat quietly chatting with a lady who stood near her! Again and again they seemed to be beg- ging that the little dancer might return. "I'll bow to them," said Nancy, and she ran out to do so. " Once more, once more! " cried an eager voice, and then more clapping, and even a few shrill whistles from some very young men begged her to respond. She extended her arms for a second, then whirling rapidly, she repeated the last half of the dance, courtesied again, and when she ran back to the little room, Dorothy embraced her tenderly. " Oh, Nancy darling! " she cried, " you never danced finer. Do you know how pleased every one is? ' " I danced to please and surprise them," AN ENTERTAINMENT 55 said Nancy. " I do love to see people look happy. They couldn't remember how hard it was raining while I was whirling and dancing for them." Floretta, now more unhappy than before, turned so that she might not see Nancy, nor note the shimmer of her spangles. Mrs. Paxton, who had been talking with a friend, now turned toward Floretta. " Come! " she said, " now run out, and do your very best, Floretta." "I'm not going out! " said Floretta. " What an idea! ' ' cried Mrs. Paxton. " Of course you'll run out, and show every one how cute you are. Why, I planned this entertainment just to give you a chance to show off! ' " And made me the last one on the whole list! " snarled Floretta. " Come, come! " cried her mother, 56 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS " every one couldn't be first. I thought I'd have the others perform first, and then you could show who was the smartest! Come! They're just wild to see what you can do, and they're waiting." " They'll have to wait! " hissed Floretta, like a cross little cat. It was no use to urge, plead, or insist. Floretta was stubborn, and when once she had determined what she would, or would not do, nothing could move her. Prayers and threats were equally use- less. Dorothy sang very sweetly, and was cor- dially received. Uncle Harry and his wife sang a charm- ing duet that delighted all, the orchestra played a military caprice, and then the re- mainder of the evening was spent in a little, informal dance. AN ENTERTAINMENT 57 All was light, laughter, and music, and there were two kinds of music that glad- dened their hearts, the sweet music of the violins, and the still sweeter melody of happy voices ! Silly little Floretta had ruined the eve- ning for no one save her own jealous little self. Because she could not be the first on the program, she would not appear at all, al- though, at heart, she longed to show her really clever mimicry. Later, after having sulked during the early part of the evening, she refused to join the dancers, and ran away to her room, angry, very angry with every one save the one person who was really at fault, herself. Her efforts at imitating would surely have amused, and would, doubtless, have been well received. She was rather a grace- 58 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS ful dancer, in any of the ordinary ballroom dances, and she thus might have joined the other children when the concert was over. She had needlessly spent a most unhappy evening. Now, in her room, she heard the strains of the orchestra, and for the first time real- ized how foolish she had been. " I had a chance, and I lost it," she sobbed, but her tears were not tears of grieving. They were angry tears, and the droll part of it was that while she alone was at fault, she was angry with every one but herself. For a few moments she lay, her face hid- den in her pillow. Then, she turned over into a more comfortable position, and softly she whispered, " I'll do enough to-morrow to make up! ' She did not say what she intended to do, AN ENTERTAINMENT 59 but the idea evidently pleased her, for she laughed through her tears. She sprang from her bed, found a box of bonbons that her mother had won as a prize in an afternoon whist party the day before, and crept back into bed. When she had eaten nearly all of the candy, she sat up and in the softly shaded light, looked at the box with its few remaining bits of candy. She was wondering where she could hide it. " Ma will surely notice the empty box, or anyway, IVe made it almost empty," she said. " She might not miss it if I hid it! r She had never been taught to be honest, so whenever she did a naughty thing, her first thought was to hide, or cover up the act. She never felt regret. No one ever heard her gently say, "I'm sorry." 60 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS Softly she crept from her bed, and made her way across the floor to the dressing- case. She put the box upon the floor, and pushed it well under it, and wholly out of sight. " There! " she whispered. " That's all right. I would have finished the candy, but I didn't want the whole of it. I ate the best of it. The others weren't very nice." Down in the long parlor the guests were no longer dancing. They were resting, and listening to a lovely barcarolle played softly by the orchestra. Flossie, clinging to Uncle Harry's hand, drew him toward the window. " Look! " she said, as she parted the cur- tains. " It isn't raining now, and the moon is coming out. It will be pleasant to-mor- AN ENTERTAINMENT 61 row! And it has been lovely in here to- night." " Dear little Flossie, dear little niece, it was your cheery, loving nature that led us to give your name to our baby. She has two fine names, she is Beatrice Flor- ence. The first is Vera's mother's name, the second, dear, is yours." CHAPTER IV IN A BIRCH ARBOR storm had cleared the air, no mist -*- veiled the mountains, the sunlight lay everywhere, gilding valley and stream. Many of the guests had started early in the morning for a trip to a distant mountain from the summit of which a delightful view might be enjoyed. They were to ride over in the barge to the base of the mountain, have a picnic lunch under the trees, and then climb the rugged path up the mountain side. It would occupy half the day and it would be afternoon before the barge would return with its merry, tired party. Floretta Paxton and Jack Tiverton were 62 IN A BIRCH ARBOR 63 usually in sight, or, as they were always noisy, within hearing might be nearer the truth, but they had gone over to a spot that the children caUed " The Pool," a bit of water not much larger than a big pud- dle. It existed only after a heavy rain, but near its edge the slender birches grew, and their silvery white trunks and the bright, blue sky were clearly reflected on its sur- face. Jack had decided to launch his toy boat there, and, as Floretta had hemmed the tiny sails, he had felt obliged to listen to her coaxing, and permit her to go with him. " I'll let you christen her," he had said, in a moment of generosity, and then re- gretted it. Floretta *s idea of a christening ceremony 64 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS was very elaborate, while Jack thought that shouting the vessel's name, and shov- ing it into the water was all that was neces- sary. Nancy was helping Aunt Charlotte, so when Dorothy ran out to the piazza, she found it deserted, and she stood looking in surprise at the rocking chairs and ham- mocks that were swaying in the wind. " Every one has gone somewhere," she thought; " didn't any one stay at home? ' She stood for a moment in the doorway, wondering what to do. Suddenly her face brightened, and she clapped her hands. " The very thing! " she said, and she turned and hastened to her room to find her latest gift. It was a beautiful book of fairy tales, and although it had been given her over a week ago, she had read but a few of the stories. IN A BIRCH ARBOR 65 Mrs. Dainty had sent to the city for the book, and ever since the day of its arrival Dorothy had been wild to read it. Something had been planned for each sunny day, and as the weather had con- tinued fair, the book had been opened but a few times, and then for only a brief glance at the tales or the illustrations. Mrs. Dainty had gone to the village, a ride of about an hour from the hotel, and Aunt Charlotte was still occupied with her letters. Nancy was sealing and stamping the envelopes, as Dorothy passed the door. "I'm going over to the little ' birch arbor,' ' she said. " I'm taking my new fairy book for company." "Ill come, too, just as soon as I've finished these envelopes," said Nancy, and she began to work faster. 66 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS The " birch arbor r> was not an actual arbor, but it was a lovely spot, and the birches were exceptionally fine. Nancy and Dorothy had often been there together, and they had given it the name. A tiny mountain brook ran through it, and it was a lovely spot in which to enjoy legends or fairy tales. In a few moments Dorothy had reached the place, and when she had seated herself, she opened the book where a fine picture showed the prince, whose father had given him three wishes as his only inheritance, and then had sent him out to seek his for- tune. Twice she had commenced to read the story, and had been obliged to lay it aside. Now, with only the bees and the butterflies hovering about her, she read the fascina- ting tale. ; OH, WHAT A LOVELY, LOVELT STORY ! " SAID DOROTHY. Page 67. IN A BIRCH ARBOR 67 It proved to be even more charming than she had expected. The prince was tall, and dark, and hand- some, and his heart was so good and true, that Dorothy felt that he richly deserved the beautiful princess whom he finally won. Her eyes sparkled as she read of the great court wedding. " And the lovely princess looked more beautiful than ever in her wedding gown of cloth of gold, thickly set with diamonds, and her crown of diamonds and sapphires." " Oh what a lovely, lovely story!" said Dorothy, as she turned the page. " Tiny princes carried her train, and as the happy pair reached the palace gates, and were about to enter the royal coach, the blare of trumpets sounded, as the guards in blue and gold played a gay fan- fare." 68 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS " Toot! Toot! Toot! " Dorothy sprang to her feet. It was as if those silver-toned trumpets had sounded close beside her. A moment more, and a huge automobile appeared from behind the trees and shrubbery, and slackening its speed, came, at last, to a standstill, and an old lady leaned out to question her. " Are we going in the right direction, my dear, to reach the Hotel Cleverton? ' ; Dorothy walked toward the car, and looked up into the hard, old face. " This little road is right" said Dorothy, " but the broad road that leads out of this one is not so rough, and it is a little shorter." " There, Minturn, I said plainly that I believed we could get there quicker some other way! " IN A BIRCH ARBOR 69 " You are sure about the Cleverton? ' : the old lady asked. " You know where it is?" "I'm staying there with mamma, and that truly is the right way," said Dorothy, her soft eyes looking up into the hard, old face. " I guess I can trust you," the old lady said, not smiling, but looking a bit less stern. " Now, Minturn, we'll try to reach the hotel, sometime before dark! ' she said curtly. Puffing and whirring the big automobile started off up the road, the old lady sitting stern and erect, as if she thought her driver needed watching, and she was determined to keep a sharp eye upon him. " Why, how queer! " said Dorothy. She didn't even say ' good-bye,' or ' good- u 70 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS morning. J Perhaps she was very tired, and forgot," then after a moment she added, 11 but my beautiful mamma never forgets." She went back to the pretty spot where she had been reading, and sitting down, opened the book, but she could not keep her mind upon the stories. The strange face of the old lady seemed to look at her from the printed page. How small and sharp her eyes had been, and how she asked the same question again and again. Did she doubt the answer given her? All these, and many more questions puz- zled Dorothy, and with the open book lying upon her lap, she looked off where the sun- light lay upon the grass. She was still sitting thus when a merry voice aroused her, and she turned to see Nancy running toward her. IN A BIRCH ARBOR 71 " Oh, Dorothy! " she cried. " You ought to have been up at the hotel just a few moments ago. A new guest came, and she was so cross, it must be that she didn't want to come. But if she truly didn't want to, then why did she? ' " Why, Nancy, who wouldn't think it fine to come up here to the mountains, and stay at the Cleverton? " said Dorothy in surprise. " Well, you wouldn't have thought the old lady was glad to be there, if you'd seen her," said Nancy. " Oh, was it an old lady that you were talking about? " Dorothy asked quickly. " Yes, and you ought to have seen her eyes snap when she scolded her chauffeur. She told him she might have arrived an hour before just as well as not, and she kept right on scolding to herself, all the 72 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS way up to the piazza, and, Dorothy, she looked so cross, I wouldn't wonder if she was scolding up in her room now! ' " She must be the same one that was here just a little while ago," Dorothy said, " and she asked me to tell her the nearest way to the Cleverton. When I told her, she made the man rush off over the road, and she was scolding him when they left here. Perhaps she was tired, and will feel pleasanter when she has rested." " Perhaps," agreed Nancy, " but I know Aunt Charlotte and your mamma don't act that way when they are tired." Dorothy could not dispute that, and soon the two little girls were enjoying the fairy book together. " Now, this is the story IVe just been reading," said Dorothy, " and this is the IN A BIRCH ARBOR 73 picture of the prince. Isn't lie hand- some? " " Oh, yes," said Nancy, " and doesn't he look like Flossie's Uncle Harry? " " Why, he does, truly," cried Dorothy. " I'll show the picture to Flossie, and I'm sure she'll say it looks ever so much like him." " Oh, she will," agreed Nancy. " Why, it would look exactly like him, if he only had a cap with plumes," said Dorothy. Uncle Harry, coming briskly up the path, was just in time to hear the last few words. "I'm very curious to know who it is who needs a cap with plumes," he said. " Oh, who knew you were right here to hear it? " said Dorothy. " Oh, was it a state secret? " he asked. " Well, now it's a pity I heard it, but as 74 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS it happens I did, I think I must ask for the rest of the secret." " Oh, would you tell? " Dorothy asked, turning to Nancy, but before she could reply, Uncle Harry spoke. "I'm really too curious," he said, " so I think I'll threaten to sit on this stump, until you tell me the secret, and let me tell you two little friends, that Pve a secret; it's a nice one, too, but, - ' he paused to watch the effect of his words. " But But " they cried. " But, " said Uncle Harry, " I wouldn't tell mine first! ' Wag that he was, he could not resist the temptation to tease just a bit. Dorothy took the pretty book, and open- ing it at the page that showed the picture of the prince, she said, " We only said the brave prince looked like you, no, I mean IN A BIRCH ARBOR 75 you look like him, and we said you'd look just like him if you had a cap with plumes." Uncle Harry appeared to study the pic- ture very carefully. After a moment, he said: " That's a fine compliment, but there's one thing about it that worries me, so I'll have to ask about it. " In this picture the prince wears a blue blouse and a pair of green shoes, a pink cap with white plumes, gray hose, and crimson trunks. Now, if I should decide to pur- chase a pink cap with white plumes, would you expect me to come out arrayed in all those colors ? I really feel that the costume is a bit, just a ~bit too gay." " Oh, we'll not ask you to be quite as gay as that," said Dorothy, " and we'll promise one thing. We won't even ask you to buy a pink cap if you'll tell us your secret now." He laughed gaily. " Perhaps I really ought to keep it a little longer. How would it do if I should tell you my secret some time next week? ' he asked. " Oh, no, no! " they cried, " tell it now! " " Well, then, there's to be a fair 'way down in the village, a real country fair, and I'm intending to hire a barge, and take all of the very young ladies over with me to see the fun. I mean ladies as young as you, and Nancy, and Flossie. I shall invite all the wee ladies that are stopping at the hotel, and I shall take all who accept." He looked into their bright faces, and laughed when Dorothy said: " As if any little girl wouldn't accept! ' " You mustn't expect it to be a grand IN A BIRCH ARBOR 77 affair. It will be, as I said, a real old- fashioned country fair, but there will be a jolly ride over there, and the return trip, and I fancy you will enjoy it all," he said, " and I shall have the delight of giving pleasure." A friend who had been looking for Uncle Harry, now appeared on the winding path, a clump of large trees having hidden his approach. The two young men started off for a long tramp, and Dorothy and Nancy walked slowly back to the hotel. " The prince did look like Uncle Harry," said Nancy, " and the picture of the naughty old fairy that enchanted the sleep- ing beauty, looks like the lady that came this morning, and was so very cross." " Then that is the same one who stopped to ask the way, for she looked just like that. 78 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS I'll always think, every time I look at her, that she's the black fairy." And when they ran up on to the piazza, there sat the very person whom they had been speaking of, looking somewhat cooler with her long travelling cloak removed. Her black gown was of some thin mate- rial, and just as the two little girls ran up on to the piazza, she dropped the large, black fan that she had been wielding. Nancy, who was nearer to her than Dorothy, picked up the fan for her. With- out a smile, she took the fan, and they heard some slight sound. Possibly it might have been a softly murmured word of thanks, but it did not sound like it. " She seems very strange," said Dorothy, " but perhaps she's still tired." She was always unwilling to say that any one was wilfully rude or disagreeable. IN A BIRCH ARBOR 79 And now Aunt Charlotte, with Mrs. Dainty, came out to enjoy the fine air, and Dorothy and Nancy ran to them to tell them of the treat that Uncle Harry had in store for them. " It's only a few days to wait, and isn't he kind to take us? " said Dorothy. " He is indeed," said Mrs. Dainty, " and I hope all his little friends will be very thoughtful, and make him just as little trouble as possible. He takes quite a care in inviting so many children." " Oh, all the children love him, and there isn't one who would want to be any bother, unless it was Floretta," said Dorothy, " and perhaps she'll be having such a nice time, she won't think to be naughty." Mrs. Dainty smiled at this view of it. She could not help thinking that Flor- etta never needed time to think in order 80 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS to be disagreeable, but she did not say so. Aunt Charlotte Grayson, seeing the stranger sitting alone, paused near her chair to say a friendly word. She remained but few moments, how- ever, because the woman seemed not in- clined to talk. Aunt Charlotte well knew that the stranger was not courteous, but she tried to think, as Dorothy had, that fatigue, after a long journey, made her eager for silence and rest. CHAPTER V THE MOUNTAIN PARTY A S the days flew by, the stranger be- *-~ came a bit more friendly, conversing sometimes with Mrs. Dainty and Aunt Charlotte, but often, far more often, with Mrs. Paxton. It was not that she sought to become ac- quainted with Floretta's mother; it was, rather, that Mrs. Paxton seemed deter- mined to force the friendship. " Her name is Fenton, Mrs. Fenton, and isn't it odd, my name was Fenton before I married. Floretta's middle name is Fen- ton. I really feel almost as if I were related to her, because of the name," declared Mrs. Paxton one morning, whereupon Mrs. 81 82 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS Fenton, coming out on to the piazza, re- marked : " Oh, indeed! " Mrs. Paxton blushed and hesitated, then recovering herself, she said: " I was just telling these ladies of my friendly feeling for you." " Oh, indeed! " Mrs. Fenton repeated, as she sank into a large rocker, and looked off across the valley to the distant mountains. After a few moments she seemed to have lost interest in the view, and, taking up a small embroidery frame, commenced to ply her needle as if she were eager to finish the pretty doily. Two little figures came slowly up the path to the piazza. They were returning from the christening of the little boat. " What is wrong, Jack? You don't look very happy, " said Mrs. Tiverton. THE MOUNTAIN PARTY 83 " He wanted me to christen his boat, but he wouldn't give it my name! " said Flor- etta, before Jack could reply. " She thought just because she hemmed the sails I'd name it the Floretta, but I wouldn't, so I shoved it into the water my- self, and shouted Carlotta. That's the name of a girl that goes to my school, and I like her." " You say Floretta hemmed your sails," said Mrs. Tiverton. " Well, I thanked her for that, and I let her go to the launching, and I let her chris- ten it, but I don't see that I need name it for her," said Jack, stoutly. Mrs. Fenton had not heeded what the children were saying. One might have fan- cied that she did not hear, although both Floretta and Jack stood quite near her chair. 84 DOROTHY AT TEE MOUNTAINS A large spool that she had wound with colored silk slipped from her lap, and rolled toward Floretta. " Pick it up, dear," Mrs. Paxton said. " Don't want to," said Floretta. Mrs. Fenton stooped, and recovered the spool, and, taking her embroidery frame in her hand, left the piazza, and mounted the stairs to her room. " Why were you so rude? " said Mrs. Paxton, but Floretta, perching upon the low railing, began softly humming " Yan- kee Doodle." Jack Tiverton, espying a boy that he knew, whistled loudly, and then, as the other boy turned, ran after him, the two whooping and shouting like savages. "It is almost lunch time, Jack! " Mrs. Tiverton cried, and the boy turned, and waved his hand to show that he heard her. THE MOUNTAIN PARTY 85 " Boys aren't apt to forget meal time," muttered old Mr. Cunningham behind his paper. True enough, Jack returned in ample time, and was the first at the table. Early in the afternoon Dorothy and Nancy went out for a drive with Romeo. It was one of those sunny days that tempt nearly every one to ride or walk. The mountain roads were rather lonely, and Mrs. Dainty insisted that whether Dor- othy were riding Romeo, or driving in the phaeton, the groom must ride at a little dis- tance behind her. There were the lovely, slender birches on either side of the roads, there were patches of bright green moss upon which the sun- light rested, there were blackberry vines and woodbine wreathing the low stone walls, and here and there a mullein raised 86 DOROTHY AT TEE MOUNTAINS its stately head from its base of velvet leaves. Oh, it seemed like an enchanted country, where new beauties were to be found on either hand! " Look! " cried Dorothy, " close beside that mullein is an evening primrose, and their blossoms are the same color." Then a tiny chipmunk sprang upon the wall, sat erect, and watched them for a mo- ment, then ran up the trunk of a slender tree, where from a low branch he watched until they had passed. Then back to the wall he sprang, where he chattered as if scolding the little girls who had disturbed his solitude. It may be that, instead, he was talking to himself, and telling what charming little girls they were. r A long way from the hotel they passed Jack Tiverton, with a number of other boys TEE MOUNTAIN PARTY 87 who were staying at a hotel a few miles distant from the Cleverton. They were all somewhat larger than Jack, and he thought it fine to be with them. He had met them at a ball game three weeks before, and he had been very busy holding their acquaintance ever since. 11 We're going to catch the echo, and keep it, too! " shouted Jack. " It's mocking you now," said Dorothy, with a laugh. " I know it," said Jack, " but we'll catch it, and fasten it so it can't get away." " How will you fasten an echo? " Nancy asked, turning, and looking over her shoul- der as the little phaeton sped past. " Trust us to find a way! " cried Jack, and the others laughed as if they already knew exactly how to do it. They left the road, and, vaulting over the 88 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS wall, crossed the open field, singing a gay, rollicking song as they went. " They just say they're going hunting for the echo," said Dorothy, " and they say it for fun, but I wonder where they are going, and what they truly are going to do." The groom, riding nearer, touched his hat. " Please, Miss Dorothy, I heard the lads saying that there's an old house over near that mountain, where a hermit lived years ago, and they're off to find it if they can.' . . Then why didn't they say so, instead of telling such a tale about catching the echo? " Dorothy asked. " They were saying that they wanted to find the hut, and hunt in it, and around it ter find things the old fellow may have hid- THE MOUNTAIN PARTY 89 den. They feared you or Miss Nancy might tell some other lad. They're wanting it all to themselves." Having told this bit of information, the groom allowed the carriage to pass him, and once more rode behind it. The two little girls talked of the long tramp that the boys would have before they would find the hermit's hut. " And perhaps they won't find it at all, after all their hunting," said Nancy. " Well, I hope they will," said Dorothy, " because it's so horrid to hunt and hunt, for nothing." " Oh, look! " she cried a moment later. " See the lovely mosses! Let's take some back to mamma and Aunt Charlotte." They were, indeed, beautiful. There was green moss that looked like velvet, and gray moss formed like tiny cups with scar- 90 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS let edges, and other moss tipped with red. On an old stump they found shell-like fungus, some a creamy white, others white, with soft brown markings. Oh, a fine collection of rarely beautiful mosses and lichens they gathered, and heaped on the bottom of the phaeton. Romeo turned his head to watch them as if he wondered when they would have gath- ered enough. " Oh, we do keep you standing, dear, don't we? " Dorothy said, patting his neck as she spoke. " Oh, you needn't look for sugar," she said, laughing, " for I haven't any, with me, but we'll get you some fresh clover." With Nancy's help she soon had a fine bunch of pink clover for Eomeo, and he THE MOUNTAIN PARTY 91 seemed quite as pleased as if it had been the cubes that he so often enjoyed. When the party of boys had left the road to cross the fields that lay between them, and the forest at the foot of the moun- tain, they had believed that they knew exactly how to go to reach the hermit 's hut. The old hermit had been dead for years, but every season the summer guests at the hotels and farmhouses searched all around the deserted hut, expecting to find some relic to take home and label as a bit of the hermit's property. The boys supposed that they had the woods to themselves, and that they would be uninterrupted in their search of the place. They did not know that the mountain 92 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS climbers had taken the same direction, in- tending, before they enjoyed their lunch beneath the trees, to stop at the old, de- serted house. Mrs. Paxton and little Floretta had worked more persistently than any others of the party, and Mrs. Paxton had found a small, brass button. The others had laughed at the prize, ask- ing her if she intended to keep it as a sou- venir. " Certainly," said Mrs. Paxton. "I'm sure this brass button must have belonged on some old coat that the hermit wore! " " Perhaps in his youth, before he came up here to live, he may have been a jani- tor," said a young man, with a saucy laugh. " Or a brakeman," suggested another. THE MOUNTAIN PARTY 93 Mrs. Paxton pretended not to hear their teasing, and though the prize that she had found had been only a valueless thing, she kept it. Floretta was very eager to stay, and con- tinue to peep into cracks in the floor and walls, and to poke with a stick under the doorsill, and in the soft earth around the hut. The older members of the party knew that if they were to ascend the mountain, see the view, and descend before twilight, they must start at once. As soon as their picnic lunch had been enjoyed they commenced to climb the rugged mountain path. It was very steep and rough, and it had been said that no children should be al- lowed in the party. Mrs. Paxton had insisted that her small 94 DOROTHY AT TEE MOUNTAINS daughter was a wonderful little climber, who was quite equal to the demands of a long tramp. Floretta had wished to remain at the hut, but as she could not do that, she proceeded to make herself as unpleasant as possible, by complaining every step of the way, until one young man voiced the feeling of the entire party. " This is a. horrid, rough old path, and I'm tired. I wish I'd stayed at home! " said Floretta. " I wish so, too! " said the young man, and several of the party, too polite to say it, at heart, agreed with him. Floretta 's was the only gloomy face, however. The others tramped gaily on- ward, singing snatches of song, and laugh- ing as they stepped upon rolling stones, or tripped over long, gnarled roots that rose THE MOUNTAIN PARTY 95 above the surface, as if especially designed to catch lagging feet. "All day upon the hills We've chased the chamois far, But deeper joy now thrills Beneath the evening star." The youth sang gaily, and several of his friends joined him in singing the old song. Arrived at the summit they rested, en- joyed the view, laughed and joked about their weariness, and made many wild guesses as to how long it would take them to make the descent and drive back to the hotel. " It will be three o'clock before we reach the Cleverton," said one. " Nonsense !' cried another, " this is really called a mountain by courtesy. It's 96 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS only a big hill. I say we shall be on the piazza, and wondering what we can do next, as early as half -past two." "It's more likely to be half -past three! ' declared another, and when all felt suffi- ciently rested, they commenced the descent. Moretta refused to keep closely beside her mother, insisting upon clinging to an- other member of the party, to whom she had taken a fancy. The party was a large one, much larger, indeed, than had at first been planned, and while half of the number were guests at the Cleverton, the others were from the Mer- lington, a hotel situated nearer the village, and from several large farmhouses that en- tertained summer boarders. The guests from the Cleverton had kept closely together during the trip, while those from the Merlington had done the same. THE MOUNTAIN PARTY 97 They had reached the foot of the moun- tain, and were tramping along a path that ran nearly parallel to that on which the hermit's house stood. Floretta saw the boys, near the house, and also saw that Jack Tiverton was with them. Without a word, she left the lady to whose arm she had been clinging, and ma- king her way along behind bushes and un- derbrush, she managed to sneak in at the door of the hut, without having been seen by the party of boys. The lady, with whom she had been walk- ing, supposed that she had run back to join her mother, while Mrs. Paxton felt quite undisturbed, because she believed that her little girl was still clinging to the arm of the lady with whom she had chosen to walk. 98 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS It had required two barges to convey the party, and now they found them waiting, the horses a bit impatient to be off. The guests from the Merlington clam- bered into the first barge, and they with a few of the farmhouse party filled it to over- flowing, some of the men being obliged to ride homeward, seated upon the steps. Meanwhile the Cleverton people were forced to wait until the barge for their party drove up. The first barge had started, and was roll- ing along, and a chorus of college songs was wafted back on the breeze, while handker- chiefs fluttered as the gay passengers laughed at the crowd that had not yet started. Mrs. Paxton paused with her foot on the step, and looked back. " Why, where's Floretta? " she asked. TEE MOUNTAIN PARTY 99 " In the first barge/' cried a voice in reply. " Are you sure? " she asked. " Why, certainly," said the other, " she's with that tall, fine-looking lady from the Merlington. She'll be home before you are. ' The second barge was soon filled and on its way. The horses were less fresh than those of the first barge, and seemed deter- mined to lag. Indeed, they required con- stant urging to keep them from dropping into a slow walk. " Those other fellows ahead of us started some lively college songs," said a disgusted passenger, " and they're actually out of sight now; but the way these nags are po- king I couldn't think of anything to sing that would be slow enough to be appropri- ate." 100 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS And while one barge was going over the road at a lively rate of speed, and the other jogging along at a snail's pace, Floretta, at the hut, was having a most exciting time. Once inside the place, she had crouched beneath a window to learn, if possible, what the boys were talking about. She had wanted to remain there when the party had started for the mountain path, and she had been very impatient during the long tramp. She cared nothing for the view, and determined, on the return, to stop, if only for a few moments, at the hut. CHAPTER VI THE ECHO CAPTURED T7ILORETTA had intended to hunt for -- treasure, hoping to get something more valuable than the brass button that her mother had found. She was not at all afraid of Jack Tiver- ton, but of those larger boys she was not quite sure. As she knelt beneath the window she could hear only the voices of the boys that were nearest to the hut, and hearing only parts of their conversation, she could not understand what the first speaker expected to find. " If I find it, I'll put it where it will be safe," he said. 101 102 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS There was a pause, and then a voice more distant replied. She did not hear what it said, but she did hear the answer made by the boy who had first spoken. " If the ghost of the old hermit was in the hut, it might hear you." " Yes, and what would he say about your hunting for things that may have belonged to him? " said another, with a teasing laugh. " Oh, I'm not afraid," was the careless answer. " You're not? ' jeered a laughing voice. " I think we've poked around out here long enough without finding anything," said Jack Tiverton, " let's hunt inside the house." " Wait a minute," called a boy who had THE ECHO CAPTURED 103 not yet spoken, " just till I've looked into this hollow tree trunk." " And then what? " asked a merry voice. " Then hunt in the house, of course! ' was the curt reply. Floretta thought she saw a chance for fun. Softly, yet quickly, she crept up the rick- ety little stairway, built close against the wall, and leading to the tiny loft. The loft was really little more than a space beneath the roof where the old her- mit might have stored a few provisions. She could not stand, or even sit, erect, and she crouched upon the bit of dusty flooring. She was none too soon, for in a few sec- onds the boys rushed in, and then began a discussion as to whether it would be safe to take a plank up from the floor to look beneath it for hidden treasure. 104 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS " You oughtn't to do that," said Jack Tiverton, " somebody might arrest you, or all of us, if folks found out we did it." " Arrest us for spoiling a floor in this old hut! " cried an older boy. " I wonder you don't think the old hermit might holler if he heard us pull up a plank! ' " Well," said Jack stoutly, " you'd be as scared as I would if he did holler! ' " You're a small boy, Jack, and easily scared," was the taunting reply. " Well, pull up a plank, and see what happens. I dare you to! " cried Jack. " Here goes then! " said the older boy, and catching hold of a plank that had rotted at one end, he pulled it up. " Oh, let it alone! " groaned a boy in a farther corner of the room, in an attempt to imitate an old voice. THE ECHO CAPTURED 105 " Oh, let it alone! " came in exactly the same voice from the loft. Sidney Cumston, the big boy, who had laughed at little Jack Tiverton, dropped the plank, and turned pale, while not a boy spoke or moved. "Come, come!" said Sidney, when he caught his breath, " we're a precious pack of sillies! Help me lift this big board, will you? " " Will you? ' came from the loft, in the very manner in which he had said it. Again he dropped the plank. " What does it mean? " cried Sidney. " Mean? " came his last word repeated. The boys were now thoroughly fright- ened. " Come! ' cried Sidney, " let's leave here! " 106 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS " Here! " came a repetition of his last word, and big as lie was, he had turned to run, when a faint ripple of smothered laughter came down from the loft. Immediately Sidney's pale face flushed red. It flashed through his mind that these younger boys had seen that he was fright- ened. He had been laughed at by the owner of the voice that had mocked him, and the boys would never stop laughing. Quickly he mounted the steps, and roughly he dragged little Moretta from her hiding place, half carrying her down the stairway, because it was too narrow for two to descend. " So you thought it was funny, just funny to mock us, did you? " he asked, when they reached the floor. Moretta was not laughing now. TEE ECHO CAPTURED 107 She was sullen, and at the same time frightened. What would they do to her? They crowded around her, frowning and making all sorts of wild suggestions as to what should be done with her. " Keep her mocking till she's got enough of it! " cried one. " Put her back in the loft, and leave her there! She seemed to like there," said an- other. The big boy, whose hand was still on her shoulder, was more angry than either of the others. He was a bully, always ready to torment some one smaller than himself. He had reason to be provoked with Flor- etta, and the fact that she was only a little girl, made no impression upon him. He would as willingly punish a girl, as a 108 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS boy, and the fact that his captive was smaller than he, only proved that the task would be an easy one. " You think it's smart to imitate, and it is. P'raps you think you're the echo that's over in the mountain! " he sneered. She made no answer. She was crying now. " Say! Let her off! " cried Jack Tiver- ton. " She's only a girl! ' The smallest boy in the crowd, he saw Sidney's cowardice. " Oh, are you sweet on Floretta? " jeered Sidney. Jack drew back abashed. He did not like Floretta at all, but he did think it mean for a big boy to frighten so small a girl. " I ain't going to hurt you," said Sidney, " but I'm going to give you a chance to THE ECHO CAPTURED 109 play echo, till you're tired of it. I guess you'll get enough of it before you get through! " Come, fellows! Get some good long pieces of wild grape-vine! I'll fasten Miss Echo where she can shout all day, and no- body '11 stop her! " " I won't go with you! " screamed Flor- etta, who had found her voice, " You sha'n't tie me! ' " Oh, is that so? " said Sidney, in a teas- ing tone. " We'll tie you so you can't get away! ' She pulled back. " No, you don't! " said Sidney, grasping her arm with a firmer hold. " Now, walk right along, or these other fellows will help me carry you! " he added, and Floretta thought best to walk. " Where '11 you take her? " asked one. 110 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS " Right there," said Sidney. " That rock is just covered with vines that cling fast to it. Hurry, now! Pull down some long, strong pieces! Here, you scratch like a cat! Stop that!" Moretta, half wild to get away, was at- tacking his hand in the manner of a little wild animal. " Let me go, then! " she screamed. " Not much! " cried Sidney, and with the help of another boy, he dragged her, scream- ing and kicking, all the way, until they reached the rocky ledge. " There, now! Hold on! You're show- ing too much temper! " cried a stout lad who was helping to bind her. " I won't stay! You sha'n't tie me! " she screamed, but without replying, they drew the tough vines closer about her, lashing her into such a network of stems and stout THE ECHO CAPTURED ill vines that it would be impossible for her to escape. " There! " cried Sidney, when he felt sure that she was securely made a little pris- oner, " You can shout till you're tired, and if you want to mock any one, you can mock yourself! Good-afternoon, Miss Echo! ' He lifted his cap, with elaborate courtesy, and marched off whistling: " The Girl I Left Behind Me." They did not look back. Sidney marched boldly away, believing that he had done a very smart thing, but the other boys felt less comfortable. They had been angry with her, and they had wished to see her punished, but they could not help thinking that she was a little girl, and they were leaving her alone in the woods! 112 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS Jack Tiverton was, by far, the most un- easy. He was the smallest of the party, and, while he had asked Sidney to let Flor- etta go, he had known it was useless to do more. The eight other boys were stronger than he, and any attempt upon his part to free her would be worse than useless. They would not listen, but instead, would pounce upon him. The other boys talked, laughed, and whis- tled, to imply that they were not thinking of what they had done, but all the way back to the Cleverton, little Jack was wondering what he could do. He dared not go straight to Floretta's mother, and tell her of her little girl's plight. He knew if he did that, the boys would THE ECHO CAPTURED 113 soon learn who had played " tell-tale," and then, -- what would they do to him ? And yet, he was determined, in some way, to help Floretta. How could he let a little girl stay out there in the woods all night? Of course some one, walking through the woods might find her, but if no one hap- pened to? Jack knew that the risk was too great. It was just before he reached the Cleverton, that he thought of the best way that he could do it. He would write a note to Mrs. Paxton. He would drop that note into the mail box that hung at the side door. The letters were always distributed at four, and Sidney Cum- ston, who had a fine watch, had just said that it was three. He left the boys at the entrance to the Merlington, and hurried on 114 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS that he might have plenty of time for his note. Mrs. Tiverton was out driving with a friend, and Jack had quite a hunt before he could find pencil or paper for his note. At last he found a blank book, and with a pencil he wrote this note. " Deer Mrs. Paxton: " Yor litle girl is tied up in the woods opsite the hermits hut. You better go get her real quick or somethin may happen too her. " Yors trooly." He folded it, and, in place of the envelope that he could not find, he tied around it a bit of string that he found in his pocket. Boldly he addressed it, in very large let- ters, and sneaking down the stairway, and THE ECHO CAPTURED 115 around on the piazza toward the side door, watched his chance, and slipped it into the mail box. There was much excitement on the front piazza, because the guests had arrived in the barge but a few moments before, and Mrs. Paxton had given a maid a generous " tip " to go over to the Merlington, and bring Moretta back with her. " She returned with the party that came from the Merlington, and I don't wish her to remain there. I want her to come right back to me," said Mrs. Paxton. " Very well, ma'am," the maid had re- plied, and with the coins in her hand, had started off at once toward the other hotel. When little Jack Tiverton ran around to the front piazza, the maid had just returned. " If you please, Mrs. Paxton, your little girl isn't over to the Merlington, and hasn't 116 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS been there, and a lady that was with the party that came home from the mountain trip, says the child wasn't in their barge at all. I asked her if she was sure, and she said, she couldn't help being sure, because there wasn't any child in their barge." Of course excitement reigned supreme. Mrs. Paxton seemed half wild, and every one shared her anxiety. The fact that Floretta was not a favorite made no difference. No one liked to think of a little girl out there alone on the moun- tain path, or in the woods, especially as it was already late afternoon. " What a dreadful thing! " cried Mrs. Paxton, wringing her hands, and walking up and down the piazza. " Who will go with me? I cannot go alone, and where, where shall we look first? Who saw her last? " THE ECHO CAPTURED ill At this moment a man-servant came out from the hall with a tray of letters that he began to distribute. " One for you, Mrs. Paxton," said the man, as he touched her arm gently. " Oh, I can't think of letters now," she said, but something about the note seemed so unusual that she looked at it. She drew off the string that had been loosely tied, and read the hastily scrawled lines. She screamed, and Aunt Charlotte, who was standing near her, put her arm around her and supported her, or she would have fallen. Many of those who gathered around Mrs. Paxton were inclined to think the note a hoax, but Mrs. Dainty, coming forwardl, lifted her handsome head, and looking at the men who were lounging comfortably 118 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS in the large rockers, or sitting upon the piazza railing, spoke the word that spurred them to action. "Is it safe to guess that this is a joke? True, it is written in a boyish hand, and while it may be a boy's joke, may it not be a boy's means of telling us what has actu- ally happened? I would not, were I a man, take the responsibility or chance, of leaving Floretta out there, because I would go to the place, and thus learn, not guess, if this information be true." She had scarcely finished speaking when a number of men rose, and one, who chose to lead the party, lifted his hat to Mrs. Dainty, saying: " We are off, madam. We only needed an inspiration to move us to endeavor." She bowed and smiled, as she said: " One thing I ask of you. Go as quickly TEE ECHO CAPTURED 119 as possible, for the sake of the frightened child, and the anxious mother." " Tn all possible haste/' was the quick reply, and she turned to offer what comfort she might to the woman who seemed nearly distracted. And all this time, what had been happen- ing in the wood^ For a long time Floretta had cried, screamed, and shouted, hoping that the boys would come back and release her. Then, when she knew that they must be too far away to hear her, she tore at the clasping bonds, trying in every way to free herself. With feet and hands she strove to loosen the tough, wiry vines, kicking and trampling with her restless feet, beating and bending with her little hands, until they were torn and bleeding, and the tor- 120 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS menting vines seemed only to hold her with a firmer grasp, as if to prove how useless was her struggle. She had cried until she could cry no more, and the sturdy vines had cut and bruised her. So firmly was she bound that she could not sink to the grass to rest, and she had only the hard, rocky ledge to lean against. How still the woodland seemed! Some- times a twig would snap, or a buzzing in- sect would pause, as if to look at her, but no one came to set her free. She waited for a moment to regain her breath, and then again she fought and strug- gled with those tough, sturdy vines. She tried to wrench them apart, to break, to tear them from her, but they only yielded enough to bend, and then snap back into WITH FEET AND HANDS SHE STROVE TO LOOSEN THK TOUGH, WIRY VINES. Page 119. THE ECHO CAPTURED 121 the very place that she had pushed them from. Not a vine broke, not a stem gave way, and she set her lips tightly for yet greater effort! CHAPTER VII FLORETTA'S RETURN AT a far corner of the piazza sat Doro- thy, her eyes terrified, and her cheeks pale. Nancy, close beside her, wound her arms about her, and sought, in every way, to comfort her. " They'll find her soon, Dorothy, so don't you be frightened," she whispered. " They'll surely find her soon." Dear little Nancy knew, better than any of Dorothy's other friends could have known, how ready was her sympathy, how kind and loving was her heart. She had not loved Floretta, but with Dorothy, that did not count. It was the 122 FLORETTA'S RETURN 123 dreadful fear that something had happened to a little girl, who, so recently had been at play with them, ah, that was what grieved sweet Dorothy. She was thinking of what Mrs. Dainty had said to Aunt Charlotte when the moun- tain trip was first talked of. " I think the long tramp is a rougher form of amusement than I can well endure. I should be so weary long before it was time to return, that I should derive but little pleasure from the trip. There is another thought in connection with the picnic," she continued, " and that is an element of dan- ger. Not great danger perhaps, but such that I would not join the party, nor would I permit Dorothy, or Nancy to do so. One gentleman who was talking of the moun- tain path that they have chosen, spoke of the great danger to the climbers from small, 124 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS rolling stones, and from places where the earth seems to crumble near the edge of the narrow foot-path. A careless step might lead to a fall that would mean, I hardly dare to say what! ' Dorothy and Nancy had been wishing to join the party, but upon hearing this, they lost all interest in it, and had cheerfully taken the drive behind gentle Romeo, in- stead. Now, as Dorothy sat with Nancy's arms about her, she was glad that they had not been permitted to go, and she heartily wished that Floretta had remained at the Cleverton. " Had she rolled from the path, and fallen, fallen, - " Dorothy covered her eyes with her hands, as if she almost saw the little girl falling, down, down to the ravine so far below the path, and was trying to shut out the picture. FLORETTA'S RETURN 125 Nancy, still striving to quiet her fear, heard some one telling what the scribbled note had said. " Oh, Dorothy! " she whispered, eagerly, " Floretta is just where they know how to find her, and they've promised to hurry, and bring her back." " Are you sure? " Dorothy asked. " Yes, sure! " said Nancy. Then Nancy climbed into the big chair beside her, and the two little girls sat, each tightly clasping the other's hands, while they waited and watched for the first glimpse of the men who should return, bringing Floretta with them. Mrs. Dainty and Aunt Charlotte re- mained with Mrs. Paxton, who seemed to have lost all control of herself. One moment she would cry as if her heart would break, and then she would 126 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS spring up, threatening to follow the direc- tion that the men had taken, and try to reach the woods, thus to sooner see her lit- tle girl. At last, after what seemed endless wait- ing, but was actually only an hour, some one espied the men in the distance, and cried out: " They're coming! They're coming! ' " Have they got Floretta? Oh, 'have they found her? ' ; shrieked Mrs. Pax- ton. " We can't see from here," said the one who had spoken, and the mother rushed forward, shading her eyes with her hand, and straining to catch the first glimpse of her child. She would have rushed down the road to meet them, but Mrs. Dainty held her back. She had seen that they were carrying Flor- FLORETTA'S RETURN 127 etta, and she thought, in case the child were injured, the mother would far better save her strength. Two of the men had clasped their hands to form an " arm-chair," and thus they brought to the piazza, a very limp, tired Floretta, whose vivacity was all gone, and whose face bore the trace of desperate weeping, while her arms and hands were covered with cuts and bruises, and her little frock was torn and tattered by her struggle with the tough and tightly knotted vines. She lay back against the shoulder of one man who supported her, and looked as if her strength were spent. She changed on the instant that they set her on her feet. Rushing to her mother, she permitted her to clasp her for a moment to her breast, then 128 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS turning to the group that gathered around her, she cried fiercely: "Look! See my hands! See my arms! See the scratches, where I tried to get away, and it was Sidney Cumston who tied me! He did it, but the other boys let him. Not one tried to hinder him except Jack Tiverton, the littlest one of them all. He tried to make them let me go, but they wouldn't. Oh, somebody punish all but Jack! He tried, but he couldn't help me." She was hysterical, and sank to the floor of the piazza, sobbing, and crying, before her mother could catch her. She scrambled to her feet, and was clasped in her mother's arms. Old Mr. Cunningham surprised every one by speaking most kindly to her. She had so often tormented him that it seemed gen- erous that he should offer a bit of comfort. FLORET T A' S RETURN 129 " I don't think we shall let those young rascals escape without a sharp reprimand, and if I was to venture a guess about it, I should say that little Jack, after all, man- aged to help you, Floretta," he said. She turned in surprise to look at the old face, that now looked so kindly at her. " Come out here, Jack," said the old gen- tleman, " didn't you write the note that sent us searching for this little girl? ' " Yes, sir," said Jack, " and I wrote it 'cause I thought the other big fellows were mean, but if they find out I told, they'll ' " No, they won't," said Mr. Cunningham. " You're no ' tell-tale.' You did just right, and the men here will stand by you. Those big boys were the cowards to torment a little girl. You're the best boy up here in the mountains." " Three cheers for young Tiverton! " 130 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS shouted some one, and in the midst of the excitement, Mrs. Paxton, with her little daughter, slipped away to their room, after having thanked little Jack for his valuable assistance. Meanwhile old Mr. Cunningham had been searching in this pocket and that for some- thing which he seemed most anxious to find. "Ah, I knew I had it! Come here, Jack! " Blushing and diffident, Jack walked over to the big rocker. " Tisn't much, boy, but I think you ought to have a medal. Here's a silver dol- lar I've been keeping for a pocket piece. I'll give it to you for a medal, for being brave enough to tell what you knew ought to be told. That's not tale-bearing, and as you were afraid to tell, for fear of those big FLOEETTA'S RETURN 131 bullies, it was a brave act. You're a lad that knows what to do, when to do, and then does it! ' " Hurrah for Jack Tiverton! " some one cried again, and this time they were given with a will. Mrs. Tiverton, returning from a long drive, wondered what all the excitement meant, and why they were cheering her little son. Jack, with his silver dollar tightly clasped, hung his head, and looked as if overpowered by his conspicuous position. Dorothy, now bright and happy, since Floretta was safe, saw that Jack hesitated. " Oh, Mrs. Tiverton," she said, " Jack has been truly the best boy in the world, but he can't speak just now. When he tells you what he's done, you won't wonder why they cheered him! " 132 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS Mrs. Barnet and Flossie, with Uncle Harry and his wife, now arrived in their big automobile from a three-days' trip that they had been enjoying. Of course Dorothy and Nancy tried to tell Flossie all about Floretta and Jack, and they were both so excited that Flossie got a very twisted idea of the affair. Uncle Harry, not dreaming that the mat- ter was at all serious, turned, after greeting the children, to enter the house. " Oh, Uncle Harry! " cried Flossie, " you ought to hear about it. There were ever so many big boys, and only one little girl, and they tied her so she couldn't get away, and Jack wrote a note, and when they found her, " " Now, Flossie, dear, I'm perfectly will- ing to be scared half out of my wits, but I must know what I'm being scared about. FLORETTA'S RETURN 133 You're getting me so mixed up that I've not the least idea what this is all about. Have you? " he asked. " Oh, no," said Flossie, " I don't half un- derstand it, but it does sound so frightful, that I'm so scared, I need to have you be scared, too." " Well, then," Uncle Harry replied, " if it will help you to know it, I'll admit that my teeth are chattering, and shivers are running up and down my spine! " I thought at first that it was the draft across this piazza, but perhaps, after all, it was caused by what you were telling me." When, at last, he had heard the story, he was full of disgust that any boy, and his friends, should have been guilty of such a contemptible act, and his sympathy for the little girl was deep and sincere. " She will need rest and quiet to-mor- 134 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS row," he said, " and you three little friends will be kind, I think, if you stay rather closely here, and help, in some quiet way, to amuse her." " We will," said Dorothy, " I'll let her read my new fairy book if she'd like to. She could lie in the hammock, and do that." "I'll keep the hammock swinging," said Nancy. " And I'll give her my new box of candy I just brought home," said Flossie. " That's right," said Uncle Harry, " and for your sweet promises of kindness toward the child who has suffered so much to-day I'll remind you that on day after to-morrow I shall give myself the pleasure of taking you all to the fair. I promise you a fine time." He turned to look over his shoulder, and laugh at their wild little cries of delight. FLORET! A' S RETURN 135 He was anticipating the pleasure quite as much as they. Dorothy, Nancy, and Flossie kept the promise that they had made, and Moretta fully enjoyed their kindness. She seemed unusually gentle, and Mrs. Paxton thanked them for so sweetly helping to amuse her, and thus make her willing to spend the day quietly. The day set for the visit to the village fair dawned bright and sunny, a light breeze making it just cool enough to be delightful. The barge was waiting for its gay little passengers. The children stood with impatient feet on the piazza, waiting for their host, merry, handsome Uncle Harry. At last a firm tread caused them to turn, and there he was, looking gayer than ever, 136 DOROTHY AT TEE MOUNTAINS a picture of health, strength, and kindli- ness, and clad in a most becoming outing suit of light gray serge. The blue of his tie was not bluer than his fine eyes, and no one could have glanced at him without knowing that he possessed a generous, loving nature, a kind and merry heart. " Come, little friends! " he cried. " Is every young lady that I invited here? " he added, looking anxiously lest some child be late, and thus by chance, be left behind. " Every one is here! " said Flossie. " I know because I've counted." " Then we'll start at once, unless some one would rather wait 'til to-morrow? " he said, his eyes twinkling. " Oh, no! No! " they cried. " We just couldn't wait! " " In that case we'll go now! " he said, FLORETTA'S RETURN 137 with a droll expression, as if he started at once, merely as an accommodation. " Why, Uncle Harry! You're only jo- king," cried Flossie. " You wouldn't be willing to wait until to-morrow. I heard you tell Aunt Vera to hurry and find your tie, because you were in such a rush to start! " " To think that my own little niece would tell tales like that, and thus let out the secret. What chance have I now, of ma- king them think that I was really very shy about riding with such a large party of girls? " Shouts of laughter greeted this speech, and Uncle Harry waited until it had sub- sided, then he said: " Oh, well, if no one believes that I am shy or diffident, it's waste of time to try to appear so, so I shall not try. Instead, I 138 DOROTHY AT TEE MOUNTAINS shall be very bold. Come, dears, let me help you in! ' : And amid shouts of laughter from the children, he lifted each high in air, and placed her in the barge, thus saving her the trouble of mounting the steps. Then taking his seat in the middle of the laughing, chattering little party, he called to the driver to start. The long whip cracked, Jack Tiverton, from the piazza, blew loudly on a tin trumpet, and they were off over the road, the happiest party that ever filled a barge. Uncle Harry told some amusing stories, then, led by his fine voice, they sang some gay little songs, and before they dreamed that they had arrived at the fair, the driver shouted: " Here we are! " and sure enough, they had reached the fair grounds. FLORET T A' S RETURN 139 " Why, I didn't suppose we were more than half-way here," said Dorothy, " and the reason is that the ride has been so jolly." " That's just it," agreed Nancy. " The reason I enjoyed the ride," said Uncle Harry, " is because I was so charmed with my little guests. ' ' " And the reason why we had such a fine ride," said Flossie, " is because we had the best man in the world taking care of us." Uncle Harry bowed low. " This must be a wedding party, if I'm the ' best man,' ' he said with a laugh, " so we'll not fuss because there's no musician to play a march for us, but we'll play you are all bridesmaids, and we'll hurry right along. The entrance is this way, I think, and under that evergreen arch." A large tent had been pitched for the dis- 140 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS play of the various wares and numerous attractions; a smaller tent near it serving as fortune teller's booth. " We'll coax Uncle Harry to have his fortune told," whispered Flossie to Doro- thy, when, to their great surprise, he said: " Oh, Flossie, you little witch! Uncle Harry heard what you said, and not only is he going to have his fortune told, but he's going to make every one of you little girls have yours told, also! " CHAPTER AT THE FAIR fair proved a great delight to the children. They had all been to fine fairs patronized by fashionable matrons, whose names were quite enough to insure success, but the country fair was an abso- lute novelty. At the large city fairs, merry debutantes graced the booths, and sold flowers, or tick- ets for the various games of chance. Here in the mountain village all was dif- ferent, and the novelty gave greater inter- est. Farmers' daughters were in the booths, and sold huge bouquets of old-fashioned garden flowers, homemade candy, and 141 142 DOROTHY AT TEE MOUNTAINS honey, while one rosy-cheeked lass dis- pensed sweet cider, or sweet apples, ac- cording to the preference of her cus- tomer. Uncle Harry purchased a huge stalk of hollyhocks for each of his guests, but for himself he chose an enormous sunflower which he insisted looked fine in his button- hole. There was music, if it could be called music, furnished by the local band. Uncle Harry said he had never seen such independent people as those musicians were. He declared that the music sounded, to him, as if each man commenced to play when he chose, and stopped when he got ready, regardless of what the other players were doing. " Oh, I do believe that is the way they play! " cried Dorothy, laughing. AT THE FAIR 143 " Of course it is," cried Uncle Harry, " and a great deal of bother it saves, for no one has to direct them; they do not know that they are making discord, and thus they play and play with all their might, and are absolutely care-free and happy." There were heaps of giant pumpkins, and more red and yellow ears of corn than they had ever seen before, while every- where was laughter, and friendly gossip, and chatter, that made the fair a jolly place in which to roam about. The children were determined to see every object in the big tent, and while some were interested in one thing, others wished to see something else, so they decided to divide into two groups. One half of the little party turned to the right intent upon seeing some gaudy patch- work quilts, while the others turned to the 144 DOROTHY AT TEE MOUNTAINS left declaring their intention of investing all their pennies in the " fish-pond." There were so many things to see on the way, that it was a long time before they met, as they had agreed, at the entrance. Somewhere on the way they had missed Uncle Harry, and they could not imagine where he had gone. It happened that Uncle Harry had seen a very small girl crying, and his first thought was to help her, and thus dry her tears. Upon questioning her, he found that the wee little maid had, by accident, knocked a small doll from one of the tables, and had been roundly scolded. " That pretty girl with the black eyes says I did it a-purpose, but I didn't," she cried, " I wanted to see it, and I just touched it, and it tumbled off the table." AT THE FAIR 145 Her tears fell afresh, and in place of a handkerchief, she drew up her blue-checked apron, and hid her face in it. " Look up, little girl," Uncle Harry said, and his voice sounded so kindly, that she at once peeped at him through her tears. " Which is the table where all this hap- pened? " " That one," said the child, " and the big girl is looking at me now." " Then give me your hand, and, just for fun, we'll go and look at her." A moment she hesitated. " Come," he said, and with a sunny smile, the little girl placed her hand in his, and the big, handsome man with the wee coun- try lass approached the table together. "Ill lift you up so you can see nicely," he said. " Now, which was the doll that fell from the table?" 146 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS Before the child could reply, the girl spoke sharply. " 'Twas that one, sir, and her meddle- some fingers, - " Never mind about that," said Uncle Harry, then turning to the child he said: " Did you like that one best, or is that larger one finer? ' : " That large one is the loveliest. I didn't ever see one so fine as that." " We'll have that one, then," he said, offering a bill to the astonished salesgirl. " There, little girl, she's yours," he said, as he placed the big doll in her arms. "I can hold her a little while?" she asked, eagerly. ' You can hold her always, if you want to," he said gently, " I bought her for you." Rapturously she clasped the gift in her arms. AT THE FAIR 147 " Oh, I love you, because you are good," she cried. " Then tell me your name," he said. " I'rh Lois Ann Ferguson," chirped the little girl, " and father is Sandy Ferguson. Oh, there he is now. He's to play the pipes." She ran toward a sturdy man dressed in Highland costume, and carrying the bag- pipes under his arm. Mr. Ferguson glanced at her flushed cheeks, saw the gorgeous doll that she flour- ished before his astonished eyes, and finally understood that the tall, handsome stranger had bestowed it upon his wee daughter, as a gift. He took her little hand, and hurried for- ward, saying: " I dinna ken why he should dae it for my wee lassie. 148 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS " I wad gladly thank ye, sir," he said, " but I'm lost in wonder that ye made wee Lois sae blithe an' gay wi' the braw gift" " She's a dear little lass," said Uncle Harry, " and when I found her crying, I knew that a fine new doll would dry her tears. Don't bother to thank me. I made myself happy, when I comforted her." " I wish there were mair like ye," said Sandy Ferguson, " an' some day when ye 're older, an' ha' a wee daughter of yer ain, - " I have a wife and baby girl now," was the quick reply, " and they are my dearest possessions." " An' I thought ye a braw, bonny laddie, wi' yer fair hair an' blue een! Weel, weel, ye dinna hae tae live 'til ye 're auld before ye ken tae dae a kindly act," Sandy Fer- guson replied, " an' later when I play the AT THE FAIR 149 pipes, an' Lois dances, she shall make her first bow tae her new friend." " Oh, Uncle Harry, did you buy the new doll for the little girl? " It was little Flossie, who, after having searched every corner of the tent, had found him talking to the Scotchman and his little girl. " Is he your own uncle?' little Lois asked, looking up into Flossie's lovely face. " Oh, yes," said Flossie, " and he's the best uncle in the world." " I know he must be," said the little girl. " See how good he was to me." They turned to join the rest of their party, and little Lois looked over her shoulder, with one hand held fast in her father's, while with the other she tightly clasped the precious doll. " I saw the notice near the entrance when 150 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS we came in, that a Scotch farmer would play, and his little daughter would dance," said Uncle Harry, " but that child is not much more than a baby. She cannot be more than four. It will be amusing to see her dance, and Nancy Ferris will enjoy it most of all." They found the others reading the notice of which they had been talking, and they were delighted when they heard what a very little girl it was who was to dance. They had a lunch served by girls dressed as dairy maids, and it was just such a lunch as might have been enjoyed at a farmhouse. The long table spread with its white cloth, and set with blue and white dishes, was decorated by a garland of small sun- flowers that lay upon the cloth, down the centre, and the entire length of the table. AT THE FAIR 151 There were plates heaped with biscuit, there were dishes of both wild and culti- vated strawberries, and delicious cream to be eaten with them, there were ^sandwiches and little cakes, honey enough to tempt the bees to the feast, and the children thought it finer than a hotel dinner. How they laughed, and chattered, as they enjoyed the spread ! Uncle Harry was in his sunniest mood, and told stories and jokes that kept them amused, and seemed to be the gayest mem- ber of the party. " Tell us a story about when you were a little boy," said Flossie. " My small niece thinks I'm nothing but a big boy now! " he said. " Well, the big Scotchman thought you were only a lad. I heard him say so," said Flossie. 152 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS " When you were a boy were you ever naughty, real naughty? " Floretta asked. She had been very quiet, and all were surprised at her question. " Once upon a time, when I was little," said Uncle Harry, " I was very, very fond of good things, but the one thing that I liked better than anything else was straw- berry jam. " I was always allowed to have it, but I felt sure that it would taste even nicer if I had more of it at a time, and still finer if I could have a long handled spoon, and eat it right from the jar. " I used often to think how fine it would be if I, some day, could have the chance to eat it that way, but I never could get even very near the jar. ' l One day the opportunity came. My sister and I were in the nursery, and the AT THE FAIR 153 maid had been down-stairs for a long time. " The rest of the family were away, and we were to have our tea in the nursery, as usual, only, as we had had to remain at home, we were to have an extra treat. " Among other good things, we were to have strawberry jam. " My sister, that is Flossie's mamma, was a little older than I, and she was al- ways trying to give me lessons in good behavior. " * Now, Harry,' she said, l while nurse is down-stairs, we might commence to set our table/ " ' There isn't anything here to set it with but the tablecloth and the jam/ I said, * but you're a girl, so you know how to put the cloth on, and I'll bring the jam.' " " I guess Uncle Harry was so fond of the 154 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS jam, that lie liked even to carry the jar," said Flossie. " We wondered why the nurse stayed so long down-stairs," continued Uncle Harry, " and I told my sister that I was tired of waiting for tea, and I said I'd taste of the jam, if only I had a long handled spoon. " i Why, Harry, she answered in dis- gust, 1 1 wouldn't think you'd be so naughty, but, if you really want to taste it, here's the spoon beside the jar.' " And did you? " questioned Dorothy. " Well, yes, I have to admit that I did. In truth, I tasted and tasted until my sister cried: " ' Why, Harry, you naughty boy! When you get done tasting, there won't be any left! ' ' You won't care, because you wouldn't be so naughty as to taste it! ' I said. AT THE FAIR 155 " ' Oh, wouldn't I? ' she cried. ' Well, you just let me take that spoon, and you'll see! ' " Well, a funny mix-up followed, in which we each tried to get possession of the spoon and the jam. We were laughing while we struggled for it, but at last, one of us slipped, and fell, dragging the other down; the jar of jam tipped over, and her white frock, my gray jacket and trousers, and even my long, yellow curls became smeared with the jam. " Nurse opened the door, and screamed with terror, for the red jam looked as if we had been terribly hurt, and it was some time before we could convince her that we were not cut or bruised, but only very sticky! 11 Then came the scolding, and my sister tried to screen me. 156 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS " l Harry couldn't help tasting it, he's so fond of jam,' she said. " l Well, he's got a good share of it, in- side and out,' said nurse, grimly. " ' She's got as much as I have,' I said, 1 just look at her frock! ' " Of course our clothes were changed, and the jam cleaned from the polished floor, but we had our tea without jam. " Nurse said we could eat our biscuits with the memory of the jam we had already enjoyed." " Oh, Uncle Harry," cried Flossie, " I wish, even though you were naughty, she'd let you have more jam. She didn't know how good you'd be when you grew up." " I still am fond of jam! " he said, and the children laughed to see him pour honey over his berries that already were covered with sugar. AT THE FAIR 157 " You like anything that's sweet! " said Dorothy, " whether it's jam, or sugar, or honey, " " Or little girls," said Uncle Harry. " You notice, I made this party all little girls, and I'm having a lovely time." " So are we," laughed Dorothy. " And he says ' lovely ' just as we do," said Nancy, " he does it to make us laugh." " Then why don't you laugh? ' said Uncle Harry, and they did laugh, every member of the party, and laughed because they could not help it. And when the merry feast was over, they hastened to the small tent where the old gypsy was telling fortunes. Each had intended to have her fortune told, and thus learn what the future held for her. To their great surprise, she flatly refused 158 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS to tell any child's fortune, saying that she would only foretell events for " grown ups." The little girls were rather afraid of her, but Uncle Harry boldly offered his hand, saying: " Am I big enough to hear my fortune? ' " No nonsense, young lad," she said, while the children dared not laugh. She bent over his palm for a moment, then she solemnly said: " You're a brave lad, and you need to be for you will fall in love with a girl who'll have red hair, and the temper that usually goes with it." " dear! " sighed Uncle Harry. " Don't worry, young man," said the old gypsy, " because it will be some months before you marry." " Indeed," said Uncle Harry, " and what shall I do if the girl proves to have the tern- AT THE FAIR 159 per you prophesy? Shall I try to calm her by holding her under a pump, or would you advise tying her until she feels less fiery? ' " Young man, this is no laughing mat- ter," was the sharp reply. " Guess it isn't! ' said Uncle Harry. "I've seldom been so discouraged. Here am I, a man who has a lovely wife and baby girl, and yet I've got to marry a red-haired girl, with a temper like chain lightning! Who was ever in a worse fix? ' The old gypsy flew into a rage. " You're poking fun at me! " she cried. " There! There! The fun was worth that! " he cried, laying a handful of small coins on the table before her. In her eagerness to count the money, she forgot her wrath, and they hastened from the tent, where, safely outside, they were free to laugh as much as they chose. 160 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS As they re-entered the large tent, they saw that near the centre, a space had been cleared, and there was a crowd of people waiting, as if expecting some attraction to be exhibited. They had not long to wait, for almost immediately the Scotch piper appeared, and tightly clasping her precious new doll in her arms was wee Lois, dressed in High- land costume. Placing her doll on a table, and making sure that it was safe, she ran forward, cour- tesied first to Uncle Harry, as she had promised, and then, to the music of the pipes, the wee lassie did the " Highland Fling." She was such a round, dimpled little girl, one would never have dreamed that she could dance with such infantile grace. And when she had finished, with another AT THE FAIR 161 courtesy, they crowded around her, and it was Nancy who most generously praised her. Dear little Nancy, who danced like a fairy, never had a jealous thought in her loving heart! It was Uncle Harry who caught little Lois, and lifted her so that he could look into her eyes. " I want my dolly, now," she cried, anx- ious lest it be lost or stolen. Dorothy brought the doll, and the child clasped it to her breast. " My wee lassie said she wisht she had a gift tae gi' ye," said Sandy. " I have a dear little girl of my own, and I prize her baby kisses," said Uncle Harry. " Will you give me one, little Lois? >: She clasped her arms around his neck, and kissed him softly. " Best man next to father," she said. CHAPTER IX FLOSSIE'S LETTER children said " good-by " to little -" Lois, and as her father carried her away, she waved her hand to them. " Wasn't she cunning? " said Dorothy. " She was very sweet," said Nancy, " and how well she did her little dance! >: " She didn't dance half as fine as you do, Nancy Ferris," said Floretta. " You know that." " Oh, but I was trained for dancing," said Nancy, " and, beside, she was very lit- tle to dance so cleverly." Floretta made no reply, but she thought of what Nancy had said. 162 FLOSSIE'S LETTER 163 " Trained for dancing. She said she was trained to dance. I wonder where? I wish I knew, but I didn't quite dare to ask her." Once more they walked around the big tent, and Uncle Harry purchased a gift for each to carry home as a souvenir. There were little baskets that the gyp- sies had woven, and fancy boxes filled with woodland plants. The boxes were made from birch bark, and were very dainty. These the children prized, and lovingly they thanked him for the pretty gifts. At the candy table he purchased enough of the homemade bonbons to fill the bas- kets, and then they left the tent to start on the homeward trip. The barge was waiting for them, and they clambered in, tired, but very happy. " This is the nicest fair I ever went to," 164 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS said Dorothy, " and I've had so many good things that I'm going to save my basket of candy until to-morrow." " So am I," cried all the others. " And so am 7," said Uncle Harry, as he held up a huge basket filled with all kinds of candy. How they laughed, and accused him of having a " sweet-tooth." " Now, just a moment! " he cried, as he held up his finger for silence, "I'm taking this big basket home to treat the big ladies with. I took the little ladies with me, but I've not forgotten the big ladies that I left at the hotel." " Because you don't ever forget any one," said Flossie, and the others cried: " That's it! Just it! He does nice things for every one." " Oh, spare my blushes," said Uncle FLOSSIE'S LETTER 165 Harry, but it was easy to see that their affection for him pleased him. The ride home seemed shorter than the trip to the fair. They joined in singing the merry songs that his fine voice led, and the horses, know- ing that they were on the homeward trip, jogged along at a better pace than when they had started out. Uncle Harry had found some bells, and fastened them to their harnesses, and they made a jingling accompaniment to the merry voices. And when the barge drew up at the Clev- erton, Uncle Harry, with elaborate cour- tesy, handed each young lady down, bow- ing low, and thanking her for the honor she had conferred upon him by permitting him to take her to the fair. " Oh, you do truly know we have to 166 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS thank you for giving us such a lovely day! ' said Dorothy. " But think how happy I have been," he said, and although his blue eyes were laughing, they knew that he meant it. " Oh, mamma, we had the finest time," cried Dorothy, " and see the fine basket of candy and the pretty birch bark box! See the little ferns growing in it. Isn't he dear? " " He surely is charming," said Mrs. Dainty. " His generous, sunny nature makes every one love him, and I believe he values the love of his friends more than most things." " He has been gay, and full of fun all day," said Nancy, " and it will take a long time to tell you all the pleasant things he did for us. I do wish you and Aunt Char- FLOSSIE'S LETTER 167 lotte could have been there when he had his fortune told." " And he couldn't -have been any nicer to us if we'd been tall ladies," said Moretta. " I hope every one of you little friends were real little ladies, thus rewarding him for his kindness," Aunt Charlotte said, gently. " Oh, we were," said Nancy, " not a sin- gle one of us did anything that could trouble him." " There were a number of little girls who only came here last week, so we weren't much acquainted with them, but they were all very nice, and he said he had as fine a time as we did," said Dorothy. She climbed into a large hammock, and with Nancy beside her, sat swinging, and thinking of the day that had been so de- lightfully spent. 168 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS Mrs. Fenton came out upon the piazza, and, instead of sitting down, seemed to be looking for something. " Can I help you? " said Nancy, slipping from the hammock, and hastening toward her. " I've mislaid my glasses," she said, " and I can't find them." She did not thank Nancy for so kindly offering to help her, but Nancy seemed not to notice that. She peeped under chairs, lifted their cushions, and even looked be- tween folds of newspapers that lay near at hand, but the glasses were not in sight. " How trying! " said Mrs. Fenton, " I have some letters that I wish to read, and I can't read them until my glasses are found." " Did you use them anywhere but just here? " Nancy asked. FLOSSIE'S LETTER 169 Mrs. Fenton stood for a moment think- ing. " Seems to me I did have them in the dining-room," she said. " I'll go and ask the waitresses if they have seen them," said Nancy, as she ran toward the hall. She paused in the doorway, amazed at what she saw. Floretta, with a pair of eyeglasses upon her small nose, was walking up and down the room, as nearly as possible, in Mrs. Fenton 's manner, and exactly imitating her voice, while a group of waitresses, the cook, and two kitchen maids laughed, and ap- plauded her. She cared not who composed her audi- ence, so long as she obtained applause. Floretta was, evidently, quite herself once more! 170 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS 11 Oh, Floretta! " cried Nancy, " you mustn't, truly you mustn't. Give me the glasses. Mrs. Fenton is looking every- where for them! ' " Well, I sha'n't give them to you! " said Floretta, rudely. " You aren't Mrs. Fen- ton." " But I've been helping her to hunt for them. She has some letters she wants to read, and she can't till she has her glasses," insisted Nancy. " Then let her come for them! " cried Floretta, when a quiet voice spoke. " Very well, I have come for them," it said, and there in the doorway stood Mrs. Fenton. The silly maids who had laughed so loudly, now hastily disappeared in the kitchen. Floretta dropped the glasses upon the 171 table, and then, wholly ashamed, crawled under it, where Mrs. Fenton 's sharp eyes might not look at her. Mrs. Fenton took the glasses, and with- out another word, swept from the room. Nancy, waiting in the hall, crept softly toward her, and gently laid her hand on the lady's arm. " I'm so sorry she did that. I wish I could have got the glasses from her, and brought them to you before you came to find them. Then you needn't have known how naughty, ' Nancy caught her breath. " Never mind that, Nancy. Remember, as / shall, that you were not the naughty, disgusting child," said Mrs. Fenton, and she turned, with her letters and glasses in her hand, and went up the long stairway to her room. It was nearly time to dress for dinner, 172 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS which was always served promptly at six. Mrs. Dainty with Dorothy, and Aunt Charlotte with Nancy hastened to their rooms, to freshen their toilettes, and Nancy realized that there would not be time to tell Aunt Charlotte all about the unpleasant happening. "I've something to tell you, but I'll have to wait till we've plenty of time," she said. Aunt Charlotte, tying the soft, blue rib- bon into the brown curls, looked into the mirror before which they were standing, and smiled at the thoughtful face. " Will it keep until then, dear? " she asked. " Oh, yes," said Nancy, " I only tell it to you because I love to tell you every- thing." FLOSSIE'S LETTER 173 "Dear child," said Aunt Charlotte, "I bless the day that you, as a little waif, were taken in by Mrs. Dainty, and that I was asked to come and care for you. I could not love you more if you were my own little girl." " I never saw my own mamma; she died when I was a baby," said Nancy, " so, be- cause you love me, you seem like my very own.' Gentle Aunt Charlotte's eyes were wet with happy tears, as she hooked the pretty, white muslin frock, with its slip of light blue, and tied the soft blue belt. " Your shoes must be changed, Nancy," she said. " You know how particular Mrs. Dainty is about the matter of shoes and stockings. They must match the frock." " Oh, yes," said Nancy, " and with this 174 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS one she said: t Wear blue stockings and bronze slippers,' so I will." She found the blue hose and the pretty bronze slippers, then, with elfin grace, she caught the edge of her skirt, and with rosy, bare feet, tripped across the floor in a grace- ful, gliding step, crying: "Look, Aunt Charlotte, look! This pretty step Bonf anti taught me. ' ' Aunt Charlotte did look, and as she watched the pretty child, and saw her joy in dancing, she marvelled that little Nancy could smile as she danced, remembering all that she had been taught, while apparently forgetting all the unhappy months upon the stage. She thought of poor little Nancy, forced to dance, night after night, to support her old Uncle Steve, who was too lazy to sup- port himself. FLOSSIE'S LETTER 175 She thought of the time that the little pitiful note from Nancy had reached them, and, together, she and Mrs. Dainty had found the child, and brought her safely home. She did not speak of all this. Nancy's happy little heart should never be reminded of sad days that were past. Now her life was filled with bright sun- shine, the sunshine of love, and it was re- flected in her happy face. A gong rang out a silvery note. " Oh, my shoes! " cried Nancy, with a peal of merry laughter. " I wanted to show you those pretty steps, and I forgot all about dinner." It was the work of but a few seconds for Nancy to draw on the light blue hose, and even less time to put on the pretty slippers. She ran to the mirror, and courtesied, took 176 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS a few tripping steps, smiling at her reflec- tion, and then hastened to the hall to join Dorothy. " All ready," cried Nancy, springing to her feet, to follow Dorothy. A pretty pair they made as with arms about each other's waist, they tripped along the hall. Fair, blue-eyed Dorothy Dainty was very lovely in a pale pink frock with soft frill- ings of fine lace. Her stockings were of the same shade, and her shoes were white. Mrs. Dainty in dark blue satin, and Aunt Charlotte in pearl color made, with the two children, a pleasing group. In the lower hall they met Mrs. Paxton with Floretta, the former wearing a gown of purple satin, while Floretta wore a frock of scarlet silk. Mrs. Fenton, passing, on her way to the dining-room, looked sharply SHE TOOK A FEW TR1PPIXG STEPS, SMILING AT HER REFLECTION. Page 176. FLOSSIE'S LETTER 177 at the two groups, and did she look amused when her eyes rested upon Mrs. Paxton, and her small daughter? Dorothy noticed the look, and turned to her mamma. Mrs. Dainty read the question in Doro- thy's eyes, and ever so slightly, shook her head, and they passed into the dining- room. The next morning, when the mail was distributed, there was great excitement, be- cause every one had so many letters. " See mine! ' cried Flossie Barnet. " Everybody see mine! It looks like boy's writing. See it! ' " If some very young man wrote it, he might not be delighted to have it so freely exhibited, Flossie," said Uncle Harry, with a laugh. " Oh, why should he care? " she asked in 178 DOROTHY AT TEE MOUNTAINS surprise. " Who do you s'pose wrote it? Guess, Uncle Harry! ' " Well, now let me think," said Uncle Harry, covering his eyes with his hand, then peeping through his fingers. " There's a small boy at home, who glo- ries in the name of Reginald Merton Deane. Open the letter, dear, and if I guessed right, you can give me a prize, and if I'm wrong, 111 give you one." Flossie studied the address for a moment, then she opened the letter, and laughed with delight. "I'll have to give you the prize, but why did he think to write to me? ' : Dear little Flossie had never seemed aware that small Reginald preferred her to any of his friends. Even when she was so little that she could not pronounce his name, and called him " Weginald," he FLOSSIE'S LETTER 179 thought her the dearest of all his play- mates. And this was his letter: "DEAR FLOSSIE-. " I miss you so much that I'm going to write, and tell you all the news. " Our old dog had a fit yesterday, and my brother got the vet 'nary doctor. When he came, he said Carlo hadn't any fit. He was acting just awful. I said t what makes him tare round so? ' an he said maybe I'd tare round sum if I had a fish-bone in my throat! The doctor took it out, and then Carlo was so glad he tore round worsen ever! " Arabella Corryville is acting worse than Carlo did. You know her Aunt Matilda lives with them, an neether Arabella, or her pa, or her ma dare to do ennything without asking Aunt Matilda 'first . Well, her aunt has had to go way up to New Hampshur (I 180 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS guess I didn't spell that rite) and Arabella thinks its just her chanse to act awful. Carlo is real quiet side of Arabella when she acts the way she does now. " She stays out doors most all the time, and goes just where she pleases. " Some days she's way down by the sta- shun until its almost dark. " You know she's always taking mede- sin, and carries the bottles in her pock- ets. " She carries em now, but she told me she's takin the kind she likes best. Theres two kinds her Aunt Matilda made her take, one tasted horrid, and the other tasted nice. Arabella threw the horrid one away, and ate the nice pills for candy. She told me this morning that her Aunt Matilda is com- ing home just for one day, and then they're all going up where you, and Dorothy, and FLOSSIE'S LETTER 181 Nancy are. I don't believe it, but if she does, and you see her, you needn't give my love to her. " Your tru friend, " REGINALD." CHAPTER X A GIFT OF WILDFLOWERS OF course, Dorothy and Nancy were greatly interested in the letter, and Uncle Harry said that he was glad that Reginald had thought to say that the fish- bone had been removed from Carlo's throat. He said it would have seemed quite a trip to take to leave the Cleverton, and go to Merrivale to feel Carlo's pulse, and inquire for his health. ''' Now that that bone is removed, I breathe easier," said Uncle Harry, " and so does Carlo! " " Oh, you wouldn't have gone home just to call on Carlo," said Flossie. " Well, I don't know," he said, trying to 182 A GIFT OF WILDFLOWERS 183 look solemn, " I wouldn't like Carlo to feel neglected, and now I think of it, does Regi- nald speak of the cat? ' " No," said Flossie, " but when I answer the letter, I'll tell Reginald you're anxious about her." " I am," said Uncle Harry, " because the last time I saw her, Carlo was barking at her very rudely, and her back was up in a hump like a camel's. Reginald ought to have told us if her back is still up, or whether she has taken the kink out of her spine. We might telephone and ask, in- stead of worrying." He rose, and walked toward the hall, whistling as he went, an old nursery song that he used to sing to Flossie. " The cat came fiddling out of the barn, With a pair of bagpipes under her arm." How the children laughed! 184 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS " Look! " said Flossie, " lie's going right toward the telephone, just to make us think that he's truly going to ring up Reginald, and inquire for the cat." " Who is Arabella? " Floretta asked. " She lives near us," said Dorothy, " and she used to go to Aunt Charlotte's private school with us." " Doesn't she now? " asked Floretta. " No, she left our class, and went to a large school in the city." " By what the letter says, I'd think she was rather queer," said Floretta. " Well - said Dorothy, hesitating, " Arabella is queer." " Why don't you like to say so? " was the sharp reply. " Because Dorothy never likes to say anything that isn't kind about any one, but A GIFT OF WILDFLOWERS 185 Arabella is queer, so Dorothy won't say she isn't," said Nancy. It was a few days later that Dorothy was reminded of what Reginald had said in his letter to Flossie. She was waiting for Nancy to go for a walk, and stooping to pick some of the pretty wildflowers that blossomed every- where. She had walked slowly along toward the clump of white birches where, when they had first arrived, they had called, and lis- tened to the echo. She looked back toward the hotel, but Nancy was not yet in sight, so she seated herself upon the grass, and began to ar- range the flowers in a fine bouquet. She was trying to mix the white blossoms and pink buds so as to show the beauty of each, when a carriage passed, and be- 186 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS fore she looked up a shrill little voice shouted: " Dorothy! Dorothy! We're over at the farmhouse just beyond the Merlington. Aunt Matilda wouldn't let pa take us to a hotel. She doesn't approve of hotels. Aunt Matilda says, She was looking back to shout at Doro- thy, and doubtless would have given even more particulars, but a firm hand had ha- stily forced her to turn around, and sit down. Nancy ran along the path a few moments later, and her eyes were dancing. " Did you see Arabella?" she asked. " Did you? " ' Yes, just a few moments ago, and she turned around in the carriage and screamed to me," said Dorothy. " I can guess what she said," laughed A GIFT OF WILDFLOWERS 187 Nancy, " because she screamed at me. She told me she was staying at a farmhouse, and said that her Aunt Matilda didn't ap- prove of hotels." " That is just what she said," said Dorothy, " and she would have said more but some one, I think it was her Aunt Matilda, pulled her back into the carriage." " Why, that's just the way it was when I saw her. I ran out on to the piazza, and down the steps, and the carriage rolled by, and she twisted round to shout. There was this difference, though," said Nancy. " You were out here alone, and no one would know if you laughed, but when I ran out, our piazza was full of people, and when Ara- bella shouted, you'd ought to have seen them look. " Flossie and her Uncle Harry were on 188 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS the lawn, and as she rode past, he said with a sigh: " ' Arabella, Arabella, If I had my new umbrella,' and I was wild to know the rest of it, but his wife, who was standing near him, said: " ' Hush, Harry, really you mustn't/ and he only laughed, and said: " ' Oh, mustn't I? Why, when I saw Arabella and her Aunt Matilda, I really felt as if I must! ' " Let's ask him what the rest of the verse is," said Dorothy. "I'm wild to hear it," Nancy said, " be- cause the very way he looked made me think that the other lines, whatever they were, would be funny." She stooped to gather more of the little blossoms to add to Dorothy's bouquet, and A GIFT OF WILDFLOWER8 189 then commenced to make a bouquet of her own. " Arabella will be coming over to see you," she said, a moment later, " and I wonder if it is naughty to say, ' I wish she wouldn't? ' Do you think it is? " " I don't know," said Dorothy, " but I do wish it. I wouldn't, only she is so hard to please. Mamma wishes us to be nice to every one, but, Nancy, you do know that when we try the hardest to please Arabella, we don't please her at all." " I know it," agreed Nancy, " but per- haps she'll come some time when we are out, and then we won't have to amuse her." "I'm sure I ought not to say it, but I do wish it would happen that way," said Dorothy. 190 DOROTHY AT TEE MOUNTAINS They had reached the birches, and they paused to wake the echo. What fun it was to hear their shouts repeated. Again and again they called, and then a droll thing happened. They had called this name and that, and each time the echo, like a voice from the mountain, had re- peated it with wonderful distinctness. Then Dorothy, leaning forward, called, loudly: " Dorothy! " " What? " came the reply. She turned, and looked at Nancy. " Dor- othy! " she cried, again. " Dainty! " was the answer, and upon looking toward a little path that was nearly opposite where they were standing, they saw the low bushes move, and faintly they heard a smothered laugh. Dorothy was laughing now. A GIFT OF WILDFLOWER8 191 " Boys! " she cried, and back came the laughing echo: " Girls! " and then the boys peeped out a bit too far, and Dorothy saw who had been playing echo. It was Jack Tiverton and a boy whom he had chosen for a " chum." Jack had not intended so soon to be discovered, and he and his friend disappeared in a little grove, while Dorothy and Nancy continued their walk. There were sunny paths and bits of wood- land that were so near the hotel as to be absolutely safe, where all the summer guests, especially the children, loved to roam at will. Along one of these little paths were sweet little yellow blossoms, and these they gathered to brighten their bouquets. " Let's have some of these little vines to 192 DOROTHY AT TEE MOUNTAINS hang from our bouquets," said Dorothy, and the graceful vines proved to be an added beauty. When they returned to the Cleverton there were but few people upon the pi- azza. Mrs. Dainty and Aunt Charlotte sat talk- ing with Mrs. Vinton, and farther along, Mrs. Fenton sat with an open book upon her lap, although she was not reading. She often had a book or magazine, but rarely did she read them. She would sit looking off at the distant mountain-range, the white clouds, or the sunny valley over which those clouds cast floating shadows. Did she hear the conversation, or notice what was going on about her? Floretta Paxton said that Mrs. Fenton acted as if she sat there to watch some one; and was A GIFT OF WILDFLOWERS 193 Floretta right? Mrs. Fenton 's actions cer- tainly seemed strange day after day. She talked little, took slight interest in what was going on about her, and was a mystery to all the other guests. But what, or whom could she be watch- ing? Dorothy and Nancy, returning from their walk, saw the group, and also noticed Mrs. Fenton, who always chose to sit apart from the others. "I'll give my flowers to mamma and Mrs. Vinton," said Dorothy. " And I'll give mine to Aunt Charlotte and to Mrs. Fenton, if she wants them," said ^Nancy, hesitating because it was so hard to guess what might, or might not, please Mrs. Fenton. Dorothy ran to show her blossoms to her mamma and to Mrs. Vinton, while Nancy, 194 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS pausing beside Mrs. Fenton 's chair, held forth her pretty bouquet, as she said: " We've just gathered them. Aren't they pretty? " " Lovely, very lovely," said Mrs. Fenton, with more interest than usual. " I remem- ber picking just such flowers; even the long vines I know are like those I used to see when I was a little girl." " Would you enjoy some of these? I'd so like to give them to you," Nancy said, and she was surprised at the quick reply. " I would really prize them, Nancy, and you're a sweet child to give them to me," she said. Quickly Nancy divided the bouquet, and smiled as she laid the pretty things in Mrs. Fenton 's lap. " I cannot let them wilt, so I will take them at once to my room," said Mrs. A GIFT OF WILDFLOWEBS 195 Fenton, and Nancy saw her bend to catch their perfume, as she turned toward the haU. That night, when nearly all the guests had entered the dining-room, Mrs. Fenton came in at the main entrance, and as she sat nearly opposite Mrs. Dainty's party, they noticed that the bodice of her black lace gown was given color by the pretty wild- flowers that Nancy had given her. They were the first flowers that she had worn since her arrival. Nancy smiled with pleasure, and Mrs. Fenton, looking across the table, returned the smile. Had the gift of simple wildflowers cheered her? Thus far she had worn only black, but to- night a dull gold slip shimmered through the black lace; and were her eyes brighter? 196 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS Nancy thought so, and without knowing why, was glad. There was a musicale in the evening, and Mrs. Fenton joined Mrs. Dainty and Aunt Charlotte, and seemed to enjoy the conver- sation, between the numbers of the pro- gram. Once, while she was talking, she laid her hand lightly upon Nancy's shoulder, and Nancy looked up to smile. Aunt Charlotte saw that the lady was more cheerful, and also noticed that she wore Nancy's flowers. The evening passed pleasantly, and Nancy's drowsy words, just before she went to sleep, were: " I do really think I cheered her." A few days later Mrs. Dainty invited Mrs. Fenton to be her guest during a drive over a lovely road that neither of them had yet A GIFT OF WILDFLOWERS 197 seen. It was said to be one of the most pic- turesque roads in that section of the coun- try. Mrs. Fenton accepted, and with Aunt Charlotte and Mrs. Vinton they formed a pleasant party. Dorothy and Nancy were to drive in their little phaeton, and they felt quite as impor- tant as the four ladies in the barouche. True, Mrs. Dainty owned a handsome span of bays, but was not the pony, Romeo, a beauty? The road was some distance from the Cleverton, and there were some charming places to be seen on the way, so it happened that the trip, which proved to be most en- joyable, occupied the afternoon. Mrs. Paxton had a number of letters to write, and Floretta, feeling very lonely, and wishing that she had some one to play with, 198 DOROTHY AT TEE MOUNTAINS climbed into a hammock, and wondered what she might do to amuse herself. " Every one but me has gone somewhere, and I wish I had," she said, as she gave a smart kick that sent the hammock higher. " What's the fun of swinging alone? " she grumbled, but there was no one on the pi- azza to answer her, and she let the hammock sway lazily while she looked down the slinny road, and thought how strange it was that the place seemed so still. Not a leaf stirred, and Floretta's disgust increased. " Nothing in sight, not even an old hen," she said, when, way down where the road looked so narrow and distant, a little figure appeared, coming directly toward the Clev- erton. She watched the approaching figure, and wondered who it might be. A GIFT OF WILDFLOWERS 199 " Tisn't any one I know," she thought, " and doesn't she look queer? ' Any one who had ever known Arabella Corryville would also have known that she always looked decidedly odd and strange, and it was Arabella who was marching steadily along the road. So determined was her tread that one might have thought that there was a band behind her playing martial music to which she was obliged to keep step. " Well, whoever she is, she's carrying an umbrella, this pleasant day," murmured Floretta; then as she came near, she added: " And wearing rubbers and a raincoat, as true as I live! ' Arabella was more bundled and wrapped than at first appeared, for, as she came up the gravel walk, Floretta saw that a long 200 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS veil was closely tied over her hat, and wound about her throat. From her appearance one might have thought that she expected freezing weather before night. She walked up on to the piazza, and then stood, for a moment, looking about, as if in search of some one. It was not politeness that prompted Flor- etta to speak. It was simply curiosity. She was wild to know who the strange-looking child was, and whom she wished to see. "Are you looking for some one? " she asked, at the same time slipping from the hammock, and going so close to Arabella that she could peep into the queer little face. CHAPTER XI ARABELLA MAKES A CALL A RABELLA peered at Moretta through *-*- her spectacles, and was tempted not to reply, but after a moment's pause she changed her mind. " I came to see Dorothy Dainty, and Nancy Ferris,' 7 she said. " They're out driving," said Moretta. " How do you know? " Arabella asked, rudely. " Because I heard them say they were going, and because I saw them go," was the quick reply. " It's a long way over here, and now I've got to take the same walk back," said Ara- bella. 201 202 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS " They're going to be out all the after- noon," said Floretta, " but why don't you sit down, and rest a while before you go back? " It sounded kind, and Arabella at once seated herself, while Floretta sat near her. She thought it would be great fun to ques- tion this odd child, and there was no one near to check her. " Aren't you nearly roasted in that rain- coat? " she asked. " Well, I'm not chilly," said Arabella, fixing her sharp eyes upon the other little girl. " Did you think it was going to rain? ' was the next question. " You've rubbers, and umbrella. " Floretta barely managed to hide the fact that she wanted to laugh. Her question ARABELLA MAKES A CALL 203 seemed so absurd with the blue sky over- head, and the sunshine everywhere. " I didn't want to wear them," said Ara- bella, " and I told Aunt Matilda it was too pleasant to rain, but she said you never could tell, and she said, too, that I could wear them, or stay at home, so what could I do?" " Pd have stayed at home," said Floretta, bluntly. " I wouldn't wear raincoat and rubbers, and lug an umbrella for any Aunt Matilda or Aunt Jemima ! ' " Who is Aunt Jemima? " Arabella asked, stupidly. " I don't know," said Floretta, sharply, " but then, I don't know your Aunt Ma- tilda." She longed to say that she did not want to, but for once she did not quite dare to say what she thought. 204 DOROTHY AT TEE MOUNTAINS Then there was an awkward pause. Flor- etta could not think what to say next, while Arabella did not try. Silence never made her uneasy. She could stare at any one who sat opposite her, for a half -hour, without so much as winking, and it rather amused her if the other person became nervous, and wriggled uneasily be- neath her persistent stare. At last Floretta spoke. " You might take some of those things off," she said; " you won't need them while you stay." " Aunt Matilda told me not to," said Ara- bella, " and if I did, it would be just my luck to have her come right by here, and see me with them off. My! Wouldn't she be angry? " Arabella's eyes dilated as she asked the question. ARABELLA MAKES A CALL 205 " Does your Aunt Matilda poke 'round after you like that? " asked Floretta. " She doesn't ever seem to follow me, but all the same, she's always catching me doing something." " Then you do risk doing what she tells you not to," said Floretta, with a saucy laugh. " Look here! " cried Arabella, " I don't know you, but I'm going to tell you some- thing. I can't do one single thing I want to, neither can my papa or mamma. Aunt Matilda is little, and my papa is big. He says he was centre-rush on the college foot- ball team, but when Aunt Matilda tells him what to do, he says, ' Yes'm,' and does it. One of our neighbors at home says Aunt Matilda holds the purse-strings, but I don't know what that means. Her purse hasn't any strings on it." 206 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS 11 Well, if it had, I'd cut 'em off," said Floretta, " so she couldn't hold 'em." " You wouldn't if she lived at your house," said Arabella. Floretta, in spite of her boldness, was more than half convinced. " Well, perhaps I wouldn't," she said. " Why, what are you taking? ' " Pills," said Arabella, counting out six very pink pills from a little bottle, and taking them, then making a horrid face. . " You don't look sick," said Floretta, " but you're taking medicine." " Aunt Matilda says these are for my color," was the answer. " You haven't any; you're pale as a sheet," said Floretta. " That's why I take them," said Ara- ARABELLA MAKES A CALL 207 bella, " and look! I've got some green ones I take," and six green pills followed the pink ones. " Why, what are those for? ' gasped Floretta. " Ought you to take two kinds at the same time ? ' Arabella, determined to startle her new acquaintance, took a third bottle from her pocket, and swallowed three very large white pills. She was delighted with the effect that she had produced. Floretta sprang to her feet, and tried to snatch the bottle, but Arabella had put it in her pocket, and was holding the pocket together. She narrowed her shrewd little eyes, and smiled broadly. " Guess you couldn't take all that, and not feel queer! " she said. 208 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS " I wouldn't wonder if you felt funny. Do you? " asked Floretta. " Not yet" said Arabella. Floretta was getting tired of her caller. She hoped that she hadn't any more kinds of medicine that she could take. She wished that Dorothy would return and amuse Arabella. She would have run away from any one else, and rudely left her alone, but there was something so strange about this child that she feared her. She had a nervous feeling that if she turned to leave her, Arabella might snatch at her, and draw her back. She certainly did look odd. There was something catlike in the way in which she kept her eyes riveted upon Floretta. ARABELLA MAKES A CALL 209 She looked as if, at any moment, she might spring at her! She was not thinking of doing anything of the sort, however. The truth was that she did feel just a bit queer. Was it the three kinds of pills'? She could not tell, but she began to feel as if she would be glad if she were at home. " I guess I'll go now," she said. " I think it must be time." " What time did your Aunt Matilda tell you to come home? ' Floretta asked. " She said I could stay to dinner if Doro- thy asked me, but she doesn't come home, so I guess I won't wait." "Go to dinner at the Cleverton in that plaid gingham! " thought Floretta, for she 210 DOROTHY AT TEE MOUNTAINS had seen the plain little frock beneath the raincoat. Arabella grasped her big umbrella firmly, and turned, as she went down the steps, to say: " You may tell Dorothy Dainty that Miss Corryville called." Floretta giggled. " And you might tell your Aunt Matilda that you talked with Miss Paxton," she said. " I will," said Arabella, without a sign of a smile. " I wonder you don't leave cards," said Floretta, and to her surprise, the queer child put her hand in the pocket of her rain- coat, and, without looking at them, offered two cards to Floretta, saying: " There they are." Then, without looking back, she marched SHE OFFERED TWO CARDS TO FLORETTA. Page 210. ARABELLA MAKES A CALL 211 resolutely down the road. She did not thank Floretta for talking with her while she rested, nor did she say " good-by." For some moments Floretta stood watch- ing the odd little figure as it tramped down the road, the umbrella, like a huge walking stick, thumping the gravel at every step. She thought Arabella would turn around, but she did not. One might have thought that she had already forgotten the child with whom she had been talking. When, at last, she disappeared behind a clump of trees that hid the curve of the road, Floretta looked at the two cards in her hand, stared at them in amazement, and then laughed, laughed until her eyes were full of tears. Who could have helped laughing? One card bore these lines : 212 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS JAMES HORTON WORTH, PAINLESS DENTISTRY, 10 TREVOR STREET, MERRIVALE. While the other, equally interesting, bore this statement: ALTON JUSTUS MEER, JEWELLER, 90 RUPERT ROAD, MERRIVALE. " How perfectly funny," cried Floretta. " I'll run up and show them to mamma, and then I'll wait here to give them to Dorothy and Nancy when they come. I wonder if they'll have any choice? ' Dorothy and Nancy felt, as did the older members of the party, that the ride had been the most delightful of any that they had enjoyed since their arrival. The horses were tossing their manes, and Romeo, as if in imitation, tossed his so that it showed all its silken beauty. ARABELLA MAKES A CALL 213 " See Mm! " cried Dorothy. " He thinks he's as fine as any horse." " Well, he is as dear as they/* said Nancy. " Oh, yes," said Dorothy, " and dearer." And when the horses and the pony had been led around to the stable, and the older members of the party had reached the piazza, Dorothy and Nancy, who had paused for a moment to talk, ran up the steps, intending to sit together in a large rocker. Before they reached the chair, Floretta flew toward them. " You had a funny caller while you were out driving," she said, with a giggle, " and she was so very fashionable that she left these cards. She told me to tell you that Miss Corryville had called." " It was Arabella," said Nancy. 214 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS " Did she truly say ' Miss? ' " Dorothy asked. " Well, didn't I say sol " Floretta asked rudely; " and I told her to tell her Aunt Matilda that she talked with Miss Paxton, and she said she would. She waited a long time for you to come home, because she said she meant to stay to dinner with you. Say! She had on a calico dress! Wouldn't she have looked gay? r " It isn't very kind to laugh at any one's clothes," said Dorothy, " and it's not very nice to laugh at other people's friends." " Pooh! " cried Floretta, " I shall laugh at whoever I please," and she turned and ran up to her room. But she had laughed once too often! During the ride, Mrs. Fenton had spoken of Floretta 's rude ways, and of the day when, upon following Nancy to the dining- ARABELLA MAKES A CALL 215 room, she had caught the provoking child in the act of mimicking her. " Your little Nancy was grieved and dis- tressed because she knew that I saw it. ' What a difference there is in children ! The Paxton child is disgusting, while Nancy, who, I have heard, was a little waif, is as gentle as Dorothy, who was born the little daughter of a fine, old family." Aunt Charlotte and Mrs. Dainty had told Mrs. Fenton something of Nancy's life, and noticed how deeply interested she seemed to be. Mrs. Paxton had realized that ever since the day that Floretta had told of being caught mimicking Mrs. Fenton for the amusement of the waitresses and maids, Mrs. Fenton had shunned them. She had made desperate efforts to win Mrs. Fenton 's friendship, but never very successfully, as 216 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS she found that her little daughter's silly act had rendered any intimacy quite im- possible. A few days after the ride, Mrs. Fenton did not appear at lunch, or at dinner, and when Mrs. Paxton, with elaborate interest, inquired for her, she learned that the lady had left very early that morning, before any guests were on the piazza to see her depart. It certainly did seem odd that she should have left, without a word to those whom she had known, but Mrs. Dainty, with her customary good taste, made no comment, and Aunt Charlotte Grayson was equally silent. Mrs. Paxton did just as one might have expected. She expressed, in a very loud voice, her disgust at being thus pointedly slighted, for so she chose to feel. " After all my friendliness, I can't see ARABELLA MAKES A CALL 217 how she could leave the Cleverton without so much as a word to me. Why, I felt al- most like a relative, as my name was Fen- ton before I married ! ' " I guess Mrs. Fenton didn't have what you might call a family feeling," said old Mr. Cunningham, which so angered Mrs. Paxton that she politely turned her back. Two letters arrived at the Cleverton that afternoon, and it would be difficult to say which caused the greater surprise. Mrs. Paxton told the contents of hers to all who would listen, and there were enough who were curious, to make a good audi- ence. "To MRS CLARA FENTON PAXTON:" it began, refraining from any endearing terms. ' ' I knew, before I met you, that you and your small daughter were related to my 218 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS husband, and also knew that he entertained no admiration for you. He left his entire estate to me, and as you were but a distant relative, you could expect no inheritance. However, with a determination to deal fairly with all my kin (I have but three such), I came to the Cleverton to see you and your little daughter, intending, if she proved sweet-tempered and attractive, to will my property to her. She is the only one of the three relatives who bears my husband's name. " I do not wish to be harsh, but I am forced to admit that I find her to be bold, naturally unkind, and wholly lacking in the grace and courtesy which most children possess, either by training or inheritance. '' I, therefore, have made my will in favor of Nancy Ferris, once a little waif, now a sweet, gentle, and attractive child, whose ARABELLA MAKES A CALL 219 little acts of courtesy and kindness are fully appreciated by " Her friend, " CECILIA CULLEN FENTON." " A most singular woman, to leave her property to a waif, a child of the theatre, and not bequeath so much as a penny to my Floretta, whom any one could see is an aristocrat," said Mrs. Paxton. " Mrs. Fenton, or anybody else, would need some rather strong glasses to see that! " muttered Mr. Cunningham. He was a testy old fellow, and he, like other guests of the hotel, had become ex- ceedingly tired of Mrs. Paxton and her un- lovely child. The other letter gave surprise and delight to the two who had shared in the care and training of little Nancy. 220 DOROTHY AT TEE MOUNTAINS " To MBS. RUDOLPH DAINTY, AND TO MRS. CHARLOTTE GRAYSON, "DEAR FRIENDS:- 'was its greeting, and then followed the story of the writer's visit to the Cleverton, and the statement that her few relatives were too distant to have any valid claim to her estate. " I was greatly displeased with the two of my kin whom I came to observe, and I will not dwell upon that, but, instead, will take this time to say that Dorothy Dainty and Nancy Ferris, are the two dearest chil- dren that it has been my pleasure to know. " Dorothy's life has been sunny, and Nancy's story, as you told it to me, appealed to me, and I looked with even greater inter- est at the child who, under your loving care, had blossomed like a lovely flower. '' Dorothy has her parents, and will in- herit a fortune. Nancy has no parents, and ARABELLA MAKES A CALL 221 I know, will be kindly cared for by you, but that fact will not deter me from making a bequest that gives me greatest pleasure. " I shall leave all of my estate to Nancy Ferris, and I remind her, in some little verses that I enclose, how deeply I have appreciated her many little kindnesses. To NANCY " Dear little girl, I know that you will daily Do loving acts of kindness, and of cheer, Thus urging life to sing its song more gaily And making friendship lasting and more dear. " I felt your charm, dear child, I saw how sweetly You gave your kindness, with no thought of gain. I give you a reward, and how completely I joy in giving, words cannot explain." CHAPTER XH A SERENADE JACK TIVERTON stood in the lower hall one morning, and appeared as if wait- ing for some one. In his hand was a short switch that he had cut from a shrub that grew beside the driveway. Often he looked up the staircase, and then, as no one ap- peared, he would continue to strike at the flies that flew past the doorway. At last he heard merry voices upon the landing, and then Dorothy and Nancy came hurrying down the stairs. ' l Good morning! " they called, but Jack, in his eagerness to ask questions, forgot to return their greeting. " Say! " he cried, " do you know that 222 A SERENADE 223 Mrs. Paxton and Floretta left this morning before breakfast? ' No, the little girls did not know that. " Well, they have. I saw them go, and I'm glad. Floretta was fun to play with, but she wasn't fair. She'd get me to do things, and then if we got caught, she'd al- ways say I planned it," said Jack. Dorothy tried to think of something kind to say of Floretta, but she knew that what Jack said was true. Floretta truly was not in the habit of playing " fair." " Her mamma said something queer just as she was going off. She was talking to a lady, I don't know what her name is, and Mrs. Paxton said: " ' Well, Dorothy Dainty has always seemed to be fond of Nancy, but now that Nancy is to have a fortune, shell love her a deal more than she ever did before.' " 224 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS And now Dorothy spoke, her blue eyes flashing, and her cheeks flushed. " That's not true! " she cried. " That's not true! I've always loved Nancy, and al- ways will. I'd love her if she had just nothing at all! Nothing could make any difference. I love her all I can. Nancy knows that. Every one knows that." How keenly she felt Mrs. Paxton's silly speech! She was indignant that any one should think her love for Nancy so little worth while that fortune could make it stronger. How could she love Nancy more than she had always loved her? Nancy threw her arms about her, and drew her closer. " Don't you mind, Dorothy," she said, " I know how truly you love me. Mrs. A SERENADE 225 Paxton didn't know, because I guess she couldn't understand it. She couldn't love the way you do." Dorothy smiled through the tears that had filled her eyes. " There's no one dearer than you, Nancy," she said. Jack swung his switch at a dragon-fly that flew past the doorway. " Did you see that darning-needle? " he asked. " Well," he continued, without waiting for an answer, " I was down the road a few days ago, trying to catch some of those big steel-colored ones in my fly-net. I hadn't seen any one after I left this piazza, but just as I swung my net round to catch the dragon-fly, somebody said: ' Look out, or you'll get bitten! ' and I turned round, but no one was in sight. I was just going to 226 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS swing my net again, when some one giggled, and then I saw a little skinny girl looking at me from between some bushes." " What was she doing? " Dorothy asked. " You couldn't guess if you tried for a month! " said Jack. " She was sitting on a big stone, beside a big puddle that was left there after the shower. She said she was playing she was a frog, and when she stared at me through her glasses, and smiled, no, grinned at me, I couldn't help thinking she looked like one. Say, she had on a green cloak, a regular frog-color." " It must have been Arabella! " said Nancy. ' I don't know what her name was. I didn't ask her, but while I watched her she hopped off the stone into the puddle with both feet, and cried, ' po-dunk! ' just A SERENADE 227 like an old bullfrog. My! Weren't her shoes wet! ' " I wonder what her Aunt Matilda said when she went home with wet feet," said Dorothy. Without noticing what she said, Jack con- tinued. " I never saw such a queer girl! " he said, in disgust, " for when I told her dragon- flies would never bite, she said: ' They will. They'll sew your eyes, and nose, and mouth up. Po-dunk! ' and she hopped back on to the stone, and grinned at me just as slie did at first. Say! She made me feel queer to look at her, and I turned and ran away. I wasn't afraid of her, of course, but she did make me feel queer! ' " She'd make any one feel queer," said Nancy as they turned toward the dining- room. 228 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS Jack wished that they might have stayed longer in the hall. He had intended to ask them if they knew Arabella, and if she was always doing queer things, but Mrs. Dainty and Aunt Charlotte joined them, and they went in for breakfast. Mrs. Tiverton, coming in from an early walk, took Jack with her to the other side of the dining-room. He looked across at them, and wondered what they could have told of Arabella if they had had a chance. He decided to question them, whispering softly to himself: "I'll make them tell me all they know about that funny girl." For several days he tried to catch Doro- thy or Nancy at a time when he could ques- tion them. He chased Dorothy up the long stairway one morning, only to see her disappear into A SERENADE 229 her room. He had not told her that he had wished to talk with her, and she, believing that he was only chasing her for fun, ran from him, laughing as she went. He found Nancy, a few minutes later, and coaxed her to wait on the landing. " Now, Nancy," he said, " you've got to tell me something about that queer girl that you and Dorothy know." " If you mean Arabella," said Nancy, " I don't see what I could tell you, only that she is queer, and you know that now." " You'll better believe I know it! " cried Jack, " for I met her again yesterday, and guess what she was doing! ' " Oh, I couldn't," said Nancy. " No one ever could guess what Arabella Corryville would do." " Well, she looked like a witch, and acted 230 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS like one, too," Jack replied. " It was yes- terday that I saw her. I was going across the field, and had nearly reached the wall, when I looked up, and saw her sitting on the top bar of the the oh, the place where they take down the bars to let the cattle through." " I know where you mean," said Nancy, " but why was it strange that she was sit- ting there? ' 11 It was what she was doing that was funny," Jack replied, " and because you couldn't guess, I'll tell you. " She didn't look toward me, though I'm sure she must have heard me coming, for I was just tramping along, and whistling all the way. She was looking up at the clouds, and counting, * one two three- very slowly, and when I was close behind her, she said: A SERENADE 231 " ' Hush sh sh! I'm charming the crows-! ' " t How long does it take to do it? ' I said, for it sounded like nonsense, and I wanted to hurry. It was almost lunch time. " ' Hush sh! ' she said again. l There comes one of them now! ' and sure enough a big, black crow did come flying right down, and perched on the limb of an old tree near her." " Why, Jack Tiverton," cried Nancy, " you don't believe Arabella really made him come down, do you? ' " Of course not," cried Jack, " but she wanted me to think so. Say! She said she was saying a charm, and when I asked her what it was, she wouldn't tell me. She said it would spoil the charm to tell it. She looked funny sitting up there on the top rail, and staring at the crows till her eyes 232 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS watered. She didn't look like a ' charmer.' She looked ever so much more like a scare- crow! ' " Oh, Jack, it's horrid to say that! " cried Nancy, at the same time trying not to let him see how near she was to laugh- ing. " Well, she did! " Jack insisted, " and you're almost laughing now, Nancy Ferris, and you'd have screamed if you'd seen her roosting there, and calling herself a charmer! Why, that old crow just flopped down there for fun, and when he saw the queer-looking girl, he cawed as if it made him mad, and I didn't blame him. Say! She had a shoe on one foot, and a slipper on the other. Her apron was put on back- side-to, and she had a hen's feather in each hand, and she waved them up and down while she mumbled some kind of a verse. A SERENADE 233 She said her clothes were put on that way to help the chann. Isn't she a ninny % ' Just at that moment, before Nancy could reply, Mrs. Tiverton called Jack, and Nancy ran to tell the story of Arabella's latest freak to Dorothy. One afternoon, a number of little girls were sitting on the piazza at the Cleverton, and their merry voices attracted Jack Tiv- erton, who glanced up from the book that he was reading, and then, because he was curious to know what so interested them, crossed the piazza, and joined the group. Dorothy and Nancy, in the big hammock, held the book of fairy tales, Flossie Barnet sat near them, while the others, all little guests at the hotel, sat upon the railing, or in the large rockers that stood near. 234 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS Jack joined the row perched upon the railing. " Tell a fellow what you are all talking about, will you? Will you, please, I mean? " he asked. " Dorothy Dainty has been reading us a lovely story," said a little girl, whose merry eyes showed that she had enjoyed it. " What's it about? " Jack asked, and then, " Oh, fairy tales! " he said. " Don't you like fairy tales? " Flossie questioned, looking up at him. No one liked to differ with dear little Flossie, least of all, Jack Tiverton. " Oh, I like them some," he said, awk- wardly, " but, are there any stories about bandits or pirates in that book? " "Oh, no," they cried, in a laughing chorus, " and there aren't any wild Indians in it, either." A SERENADE 235 " I don't care much about Indian sto- ries," Jack replied, " but I do like to read about pirates." " But just hear what this one was about," said Nancy. " The wandering prince had, for years, been searching for a lovely princess, who should look like a beautiful picture that hung in his father's palace. One day he came to a castle where the people told him a handsome princess was imprisoned, and he asked why she was kept there. They told him that she was enchanted, and that some day, a wandering prince would sing beneath her window, and then the spell would be broken, and she would be free." Jack was interested. " But s 'posing he couldn't sing? ' he asked. 236 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS " Oh, a prince could surely sing! " said Flossie. " And p'raps lie could sing under her window, if he couldn't anywhere else," ventured a dreamy-eyed little girl who sat near Dorothy. " And how would he know what to sing? " a cheery voice questioned, and a pair of merry eyes peered over the piazza railing. " Oh, Uncle Harry! ' cried Flossie, " what difference would it make? ' : " All the difference in the world," de- clared Uncle Harry, " for while the proper melody would set the princess free, how are we to know that the wrong melody might not chain her closer than before! " " Why, the story doesn't say that," said Nancy. Perhaps not, but the prince took an .. A SERENADE 237 awful risk when he chose what to sing," declared Uncle Harry. " You're laughing when you say it," said Dorothy. " He is," agreed Flossie, " and what he says is funny, but I know this: I'd love to hear some one singing under my window ! ' Some ladies, who sat near enough to hear the conversation, were amused at the chil- dren's enthusiasm, and at Uncle Harry's evident interest. " The prince had his guitar slung over his shoulder by a ribbon," said Dorothy. " See the picture," and she slipped from the hammock, and offered the book that he might see the illustration. "I'm glad he carried his guitar instead of a banjo," he said. " Why are you glad of that? " Plossie asked. 238 DOROTHY, r AT THE MOUNTAINS 11 Oh, because I really am, in fact, I might even say I am delighted," he replied. "I do believe he intends to serenade those children," said a handsome woman, to her friend who sat beside her; " he is a brilliant man, and one who is blessed with many talents, and one of his greatest charms is his love of children. He will go far out of his way to afford them a bit of fun." That evening, when nearly every one had left the piazza, and all of the children were in their rooms, the soft twanging of guitar strings floated up toward Flossie's window. She was not yet asleep, and she sat up in bed, and listened. Yes, it was a guitar! Was it Uncle Harry's? A little prelude softly played, drew her toward the window. A SERENADE 239 She crept closer, and peeped out. Yes, there he was, looking right up toward her window. Now his fine voice was softly singing, and Flossie held her breath. " Under thy window, my little lady, Under thy window, Flossie dear, Here where the moonbeams softly flicker, Sing I this song that you may hear. " Moonlight, and starlight weave enchantment, Yet shall my song your freedom bring, You shall be happy little lady, Give me your love for the song I sing." " Oh, Uncle Harry, you have it now! ' cried Flossie. " I love you, when you're singing, and all the time." " I know that, dear little girl, but I must have my fun, so I came here to sing the song I made for you/' he said gently. " Well, you're dear," she cried, " and I'll throw you a kiss," and she did, reaching 240 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS far out of the window that he might surely see her. " I caught it! " he cried, and as he turned toward the porch, she heard him softly strumming the prelude again. Others had heard the pretty song, for Dorothy and Nancy had a room next to Flossie's. The next morning he was coaxed and teased to sing the song again, but he de- clared that he could only sing it in the moonlight, that the daylight would spoil its effect. The sunny days sped on wings, and soon the guests began to think of turning home- ward. Mrs. Dainty's party and the Barnets were to leave the hotel at the same time, and Dorothy, Nancy, and Flossie were de- A SERENADE 241 lighted that they were to take the return trip together. They were talking of the pleasures that they were looking forward to, and telling of some delightful events that were already planned, when Jack Tiverton gave them a genuine surprise. " Mamma has just told me something fine," he said, " and I ran right down to tell it to you." " Oh, tell it quick! " said Flossie. " We're going to live in Memvale, and we'll be there soon after we leave here. I'm glad. Are you, all of you? " he asked. " Of course we're glad," said Dorothy and Nancy; and Flossie hastened to add: " Every one of us is glad." There were bright days, and many pleas- 242 DOROTHY AT THE MOUNTAINS ures in store for the little friends, and those who would like also to enjoy them, and to know what happened during the winter, may read of all this in " Dorothy Dainty's Holidays." THE DOROTHY DAINTY SERIES By AflY BROOKS iLarge 12mo Cloth Illustrated by the Authot Price, $1.00 each Dorothy Dainty Dorothy's Playmates Dorothy Dainty at School Dorothy Dainty at the Short Dorothy Dainty fa the City Dorothy Dainty at Home Dorothy Dainty's day Times Dorothy Dainty in the Country Dorothy Dainty's Winter Dorothy Dainty in the Mountains Dorothy Dainty's Holidays Dorothy Dainty's Vacation v * LITTLB DOROTHY DAINTY is one of the most generous-hearted ol zhildren. Selfishness is not at all a trait of hers, and she knows the value if making sunshine, not alone in her own heart, but for her neighbor* lood and friends." Boston Courier. * DOROTHY DAINTY, a little girl, the only child of wealthy parents, is an exceedingly interesting character, and her earnest and interesting life is full of action and suitable auventure." Pittsburg Christian Ad* vocate. **No finer little lady than DOROTHY DAINTY was ever placed in a book for children."* Teacher? Journa^ Pittsbttrg. "Miss BROOKS is a popular writer tor the very little folks who can read. She has an immense sympathy for the children, and her stories never fail to be amusing. '* Rochester (Jf. Y.) fftraU. LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO., BOSTON THE PRUE BOOKS By ANY BROOKS Illustrated by the Author 12mo Cloth Price, 3.00 each CUNNING little Prue, one of the most winsome little girls ever " put in a book," has already been met in another series where she gave no small part of the interest. She well deserved books cf her own for little girls of her age, and they are now ready with everything in the way of large, clear type, and Miss Brooks's best pictures and her pleasing cover designs to make them attractive. Little Sister Prue Prue's Merry Times Prue at School Prue's Little Friends Prue's Playmates Prue's Jolly Winter "Miss Brooks always brings out the best ways of acting and living and provides a good deal of humor in her original country char- acters.** Watchman, Boston. "Few writers have ever possessed the faculty of reaching the hearts and holding the interest of little girl readers to tne extent Miss Brooks has. "-^f'ennebec Journal, Augusta t Me. *'To know Prue is to love her, for no more winsome little girl was ever put in a book, and her keen wit and unexpected Jrolleries make her doubly attractive." Kindergarten Magazine. For tale by all booksellers or sear postpaid on receipt of price by the publishers LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO., BOSTON THE RANDY BOOKS By AMY BROOKS lamo CLOTH ARTISTIC COVER DESIGN IN GOLD AND COLORS ILLUSTRATED BY THE AUTHOR PRICE $1.00 EACH The progress of the " Randy Books " has been one continual triumph over th hearts of girls of all ages, for dear little fun-loving sister Prue is almost as much a central figure as Randy, growing to- ward womanhood with each book. The sterling good sense and simple naturaU I ness of Randy, and the total absence of slang and viciousness, make these books in the highest degree commendable, while abundant life is supplied by the doings of merry friends, and there is rich hunior in the droll rural characters. Randy's Summer Randy's Good Times Randy's Winter Randy's Luck Randy and Her Friends Randy's Loyalty Randy and Prue Randy's Prince " The Randy Books are among the very choicest books for young people to make * beginning with." Boston Conner* *The Randy Books of Amy Brooks have had a deserved popularity among young girls. They are wholesome and moral without being goody-goody." ^-Chicago Post. LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO., BOSTON Is jour Only Doffte By NINA RHOADES Illustrated by Berth* Square i2mo Cloth $1.00 fHIS is a brightly written story of a. girl of ' * twelve, who, when the mystery of her birth s solved, like Cinderella, passes from drudgery to better circumstances. There is nothing strained or unnatural at any point. All descriptions or portrayals of character are life-like, and the book has an indescribable appealing quality rhich wins sympathy and secures success. It it delightful reading at all times." Cedar Rapids (la.) Republican. It Is well written, the story rnna smoothly, the Idea good, and <" is handled with ability. Chicago raai. The Little Oirl Next Door _ By NINA RHOADES Large 12 mo Cloth Illustrated by Bertha Davidson $1.00 A DELIGHTFUL story of true and genuine friendship between an impulsive little girl in a fine N"w York home and a little blind gill b en apartment next door. The kttle girl's determination to cultivate the acquaintance, begun out of the window during a rainy day, triumph! pver the barriers of caste, and tiie little blind girl proves to be in every *ay a worthy companion. Later a mystery of birth is cleared up, and th little blind girl proves to be of gentle birth as well as of gentle manners. Winifred's Neighbors By NINA RHOADES Illustrated by Bertha G. Davidson Large i2mo Cloth $1.00 j ITTLE Winifred's efforts to find some * ' children of whom she reads in a book lead to ths acquaintance of a neighbor of the same name, *nd this acquaintance proves of the greatest importance to Winifred's cwn family. Through it all she is just such a . mil hcla tne t of all ages. lr tf off booksellers, or sent postpai* an rectitt y/ price by the ftibliskers LEE & SHEPARO " BOSTON THE CHILDREN ON THE TOP FLOOR The Children on the Top Floor By NINA RHOADES Large 1 2mo Cloth Illustrated by Bertha Davidson $1.00 Pthis book little Winifred Hamilton, the child heroine of "Winifred's Neighbors," jreappears, living in the second of the four stories of a New York apartment house. On the top floor are two very interesting children, Betty, a little older than Winifred, who is now ten, and Jack, a brave little cripple, who is a :year younger. In the end comes a glad re- pinion, and also other good fortune for crippled Jack; and Winifred's kind little heart has once more indirectly caused great happiness to others, How Barbara Kept Her Promise By NINA RHOADES Large 1 2mo Cloth Illustrated by Bertha Davidson $1.00 TTWO orphan sisters, Barbara, aged twelve, and little Hazel, who is * "only eight," are sent from their early home in London to their mother's family in New York. Faithful Barbara has promised her father that she will take care of pretty, petted, mischievous Hazel, and how she tries to do this, even in the face of great difficulties, forms the story which has the happy ending which Miss Rhoades wisely gives to all her stories. Little Miss Rosamond By NINA RHOADES Illus- trated by Bertha G. Davidson Large i2tno Cloth $1.00 OOSAMOND lives in Richmond, Va., * * with her big brother, who cannot give her all the comfort that she needs in the trying hot weather, and she goes to the seaside cottage of an uncle whose home is in New York. Here she meets Gladys and Joy, so well known in a previous book, "The Little Girl Next Door," and after some complications are straightened out, bringing Rosamond's honesty and kindness of heart into prominence, all are made vary happy. For sale by all booksellers or sent postpaid on receipt of price by the publishers LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO., BO5TON "Brick House Books" By NINA RHOADES Cloth 12mo lltostrited $1.00 each Priscilla of the Doll Shop "THE " Brick House Books," as they are called from their well-known cover de- signs, are eagerly sought by children all over the country. Tbei are three good^stories in this book, instead of one, and it is hard to say which little girls, and boys, too, for that matter, will like the best. Brave Little Peggy DEGGY comes from California to New Jersey to live with a brother and * sister whom she nas not known since very early childhood. She is so democratic in her social ideas that many amusing scenes occur, and it is hard for her to undeistand many things that she must learn. But her good heart carries her through, and her conscientiousness and moral courage win affection and happiness. The Other Sylvia JT 1 IGHT-year-old Sylvia l:arns that girls who are " Kings' Daughters " pledge themselves to some kind act or service, and that one little girl named Mary has taken it upon herself to be helpful to all the Marys of her acquaintance. This is such ?n interesting way of doing good that she adopts it in spite of her unusual name, and really finds not only " the other Sylvia," but great happiness. For sale by all bookseller* or seat postpaid on receipt of price by the publishers LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO., BOSTON