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قراءة كتاب Dorothy at Oak Knowe
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DOROTHY
AT OAK KNOWE
BY
EVELYN RAYMOND
NEW YORK
HURST & CO., Inc.
PUBLISHERS
THE
DOROTHY BOOKS
By EVELYN RAYMOND
These stories of an American girl by an American author have made “Dorothy” a household synonym for all that is fascinating. Truth and realism are stamped on every page. The interest never flags, and is ofttimes intense. No more happy choice can be made for gift books, so sure are they to win approval and please not only the young in years, but also “grown-ups” who are young in heart and spirit.
Dorothy
Dorothy at Skyrie
Dorothy’s Schooling
Dorothy’s Travels
Dorothy’s House Party
Dorothy in California
Dorothy on a Ranch
Dorothy’s House Boat
Dorothy at Oak Knowe
Dorothy’s Triumph
Dorothy’s Tour
Copyright, 1910, by
The Platt & Peck Co.
“EVER RIDE IN AN OX-CART”?Dorothy at Oak Knowe.
CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | PAGE | |
| I. | On the Road to Oak Knowe | 9 |
| II. | Unfortunate Beginnings | 24 |
| III. | Peers and Commons | 39 |
| IV. | The Gilpins Have a Party | 55 |
| V. | The Fright of Millikins-Pillikins | 69 |
| VI. | At the Fall of the Maiden’s Bath | 85 |
| VII. | All Hallow Eve Festivities | 102 |
| VIII. | Peer and Commoner | 117 |
| IX. | The Night that Followed | 133 |
| X. | Open Confession is Good for the Soul | 148 |
| XI. | What Came with the Snow and Ice | 164 |
| XII. | John Gilpin Joins the Sport | 182 |
| XIII. | A Bad Day for John Gilpin | 193 |
| XIV. | Explanations are in Order | 206 |
| XV. | Mrs. Jarley Entertains | 221 |
| XVI. | A Perplexing Problem of Life | 232 |
| XVI. | Commencement; and Conclusion | 249 |
DOROTHY AT OAK KNOWE
CHAPTER I
ON THE ROAD TO OAK KNOWE
“This way for the Queen!”
“Here you are for the Duke of Connaught! Right this way!”
“Want the Metropole, Miss?”
“Room there, stupid! She’s from the States—any fool could see that! I’m from your hotel, little lady, the American. Your luggage, Miss, allow me?”
If Dorothy’s hands hadn’t been too full, she would have clapped them over her ears, to drown the cries of the hackmen who swarmed about her as she stepped from the train at the railway station in Toronto. As it was, she clung desperately to her bag and shawlstrap, which the man from the American hotel seemed bound to seize, whether or no.
But her heart