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قراءة كتاب Dorothy
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DOROTHY
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, 1907, by
The Platt & Peck Co.
CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | PAGE | |
| I. | How Dorothy Came | 1 |
| II. | A Postal Substitute | 15 |
| III. | At Johns Hopkins Hospital | 33 |
| IV. | Dorothy Gains in Wisdom | 50 |
| V. | Dorothy Entertains | 68 |
| VI. | Dorothy Goes Upon an Errand | 88 |
| VII. | An Office Seeker and a Client | 103 |
| VIII. | Tenants for No. 77 | 123 |
| IX. | Strange Experiences | 141 |
| X. | The Flitting | 157 |
| XI. | Jim Barlow | 171 |
| XII. | Dorothy's Illness | 188 |
| XIII. | The Plumber and His Gossip | 202 |
| XIV. | The Biter Bit | 219 |
| XV. | The Flight in the Night | 238 |
| XVI. | A Good Samaritan | 257 |
| XVII. | A Sunday Drive | 278 |
| XVIII. | Conclusion | 291 |
DOROTHY
CHAPTER I
HOW DOROTHY CAME
One spring morning Mrs. John Chester opened the front door of her little brick house and screamed. There, upon the marble step, stood a wicker baby-wagon with a baby in it; and, having received this peculiar greeting, the baby screamed, too. Then it laughed, Mrs. Chester laughed, and, hearing both the screams and the laughter, postman John Chester hurriedly set down his cup of coffee and ran to the doorway. In another instant he, also, was laughing. What childless, child-loving man could help doing so, beholding the pretty sight before him?
For Martha, his wife, had caught the little creature out of the wagon and was ecstatically hugging it, cooing to it, mothering it, as naturally as if this little one she was tossing up and down were not almost the first child she had ever so fondled.
"John! John! O John! It's meant! It's for us! See, see? The little card on its coat says: 'My name is Dorothy C. I have come to be your daughter.' Our daughter, John Chester! Oh! what a blessed gift! Who—who—can have sent her?"
Then John Chester stopped laughing and, laying his hand on his wife's shoulder