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[Illustration: “Stretched out his arms to bar their way” _Page 142_]
Author of “Dorothy Dale: a Girl of To-Day,” “Dorothy Dale at Glenwood School,” “Dorothy Dale’s Great Secret,” etc.
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DOROTHY DALE: A GIRL OF TO-DAY DOROTHY DALE AT GLENWOOD SCHOOL DOROTHY DALE’S GREAT SECRET DOROTHY DALE AND HER CHUMS
Copyright, 1909, by Cupples & Leon Company
I. STOLEN BIRDS 1 II. THE GYPSY GIRL 8 III. DOROTHY AT THE CAMP 21 IV. THE MIDNIGHT ALARM 29 V. AN AWFUL EXPERIENCE 43 VI. “THE GOODS” 59 VII. A STRANGE GIRL 72 VIII. THE RUNAWAY 77 IX. MIETTE 87 X. A RUMPUS 98 XI. “GIRLS AND GIRLS” 104 XII. A GIRL’S MEAN ACT 112 XIII. THE TROUBLES OF MIETTE 120 XIV. DOROTHY TO THE RESCUE 128 XV. A QUEER TRAMP 143 XVI. SURPRISES 152 XVII. DOROTHY’S COURAGE 161 XVIII. TAVIA’S DOUBLE 171 XIX. THE CAPTURE 177 XX. URANIA IN THE TOILS 187 XXI. COMPLICATIONS 197 XXII. SINCERE AFFECTION’S POWER 206 XXIII. THE REAL MIETTE 218 XXIV. THE SEARCH 231 XXV. DOROTHY AND HER CHUMS 243
“Of all things, to have that happen just now! Isn’t it too mean!” sighed Dorothy, perching herself on the high shelf at the side of the pump, and gazing dejectedly beyond the wire fence into the pigeon loft, where a few birds posed in real “Oh fair dove, Oh, fond dove!” fashion.
“Mean?” repeated Tavia, who was inside the wire fence, calling live birds, and looking for dead ones, both of which efforts were proving failures. “It is awful, Dorothy, such a doings as this. They are gone, sure enough,” and she crawled through the low gate that was intended as an emergency exit for chickens or pigeons. “I’d just like to know who took them,” she finished.
“So would I,” and Dorothy shook her blonde head with a meaning clearer than mere words might impart. “Yes, I would like to know, and I’ve just a notion of finding out.”
Tavia reached for the clean little drinking pan that rested on the shelf at Dorothy’s elbow. She held it under the pump spout while Dorothy worked the pump handle up and down. Then, with the fresh water in her hand, Tavia crawled inside the wire enclosure again. A few tame bantams flew across the yard to the treat. Then the doves left their perch and joined the party around the pan.