Dorothy's Travels   By: Evelyn Raymond (1843-1910)

BY

EVELYN RAYMOND

Illustrations by S. Schneider

A. L. CHATTERTON COMPANY

NEW YORK, N. Y.

COPYRIGHT 1908

BY

CHATTERTON PECK CO.

[Illustration: "ALLOW ME! AND HELPED MOLLY UP." Dorothy's Travels. ]

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE

I. SAILING DOWN THE HUDSON 9

II. A RACE AND ITS ENDING 24

III. ADRIFT IN THE GREAT CITY 40

IV. ON BOARD THE "PRINCE" 57

V. MOONLIGHT AND MIST ON THE SEA 73

VI. SAFE ON SHORE 89

VII. FINNAN HADDIE IN A GARDEN 106

VIII. DOROTHY AND THE BASHFUL BUGLER 124

IX. AN OX OMOBILE AND A SAILBOAT 142

X. WHAT BEFELL A "DIGBY CHICKEN" 158

XI. IN EVANGELINE LAND 171

XII. SIGHT SEEING UNDER DIFFICULTIES 187

XIII. A MESSAGE FOR THE CAMP 202

XIV. HOW MOLLY CAME TO CAMP 217

XV. MRS. CALVERT PLANS AN INFAIR 234

XVI. WHEN JOURNEYS END IN WELCOME 249

DOROTHY'S TRAVELS

CHAPTER I

SAILING DOWN THE HUDSON

"All aboard what's goin'! All ashore what ain't!"

The stentorian shout of the colored steward, so close to Dorothy's ear, made her jump aside with a little scream. Then as she saw that the boat hands were about to draw the gang plank back to the steamer's deck, she gave another little cry and fairly pushed Alfaretta toward it.

"Never mind hugging me now, girlie, you must go or you'll be left!"

But the lassie from the mountain only smiled and answered:

"I don't mind if I am. Look a here!" and with that she pulled a shabby purse from the front of her blouse and triumphantly displayed its contents.

"Oh! Alfy! How'll you ever get back?"

"Easy as preachin'. I "

But Dorothy had no further time to waste in argument. Here were Jim Barlow and Monty Stark shaking either hand and bidding a hasty good by, while Molly Breckenridge was fairly dancing up and down in her anxiety lest the lads should also be left on board, as Alfaretta was likely to be.

But they were not. Another second they had bounded down the stairs from the saloon to the lower deck, a workman had obligingly caught Monty by his coat collar and laughingly flung him over the plank to the dock beyond, while Jim's long legs strode after and made their last leap across a little chasm of water.

"Good by, good by, good by!"

Handkerchiefs waved, kisses were tossed across the widening water, the bell rang, the whistle tooted, and Dorothy's travels had begun. Then as the group of schoolmates watching this departure from the shore grew more indistinct she turned upon her old mountain friend with the astonished question:

"But Alfaretta! Whatever made you do this? What will become of you, alone in that great city of New York?"

"I didn't say anything about Ne' York, did I? Should think you'd be glad to have me go along with you a little bit o' way. Course, I shall get off the boat when it stops to Cornwall landing. And I thought I thought Seems if I couldn't have you go so far away, Dolly. It's terrible lonesome up mounting now a days. And I I don't see why some folks has everything and some hasn't nothin'!"

There was more grief than grammar in this speech and a few tears sprang to the girl's eyes. But Alfy boasted that she was not a "crier" and as she heard the stewardess announcing: "Tickets, ladies and gentlemen," she dashed the moisture away and stared at the woman.