Front Cover
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 Chapter I: Introducing "Dottie"...
 Chapter II: Going home--Dottie's...
 Chapter III: Up in the Belfry-tower--snowballs...
 Chapter IV: Tottie--something about...
 Chapter V: Tottie's adventures--the...
 Chapter VI: The skating party
 Chapter VII: A night alarm--the...
 Chapter VIII: At the sea-side for...
 Chapter IX: Sea-side lodgings--a...
 Chapter X: In the cliff cavern--the...
 Chapter XI: A quiet Sunday by the...
 Chapter XII: A pleasant holiday...
 Chapter XIII: Home again--the...
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Title: Dottie and Tottie, or, Home for the holidays
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Title: Dottie and Tottie, or, Home for the holidays
Alternate Title: Home for the holidays
Physical Description: 144, 16 p. : ill. ; 16 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Sunshine, Mercie
Wade, Jas ( Printer )
Ward, Lock and Company, ltd ( Publisher )
Publisher: Ward, Lock & Co.
Place of Publication: London ;
New York
Manufacturer: Jas. Wade
Publication Date: [1882?]
Subject: Girls -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Sisters -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Cats -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Dogs -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Christmas -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Thieves -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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Bldn -- 1882
Genre: novel   ( marcgt )
Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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United States -- New York -- New York
Statement of Responsibility: by Mercie Sunshine.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
        Page i
        Page ii
    Title Page
        Page iii
        Page iv
        Page v
        Page vi
    Table of Contents
        Page vii
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    Chapter I: Introducing "Dottie" and "Tottie"
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        Page 11
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    Chapter II: Going home--Dottie's arrival--the church tower
        Page 19
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    Chapter III: Up in the Belfry-tower--snowballs from the clouds--the search in the Belfry--found!
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    Chapter IV: Tottie--something about stars--Tottie gets out of bed
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    Chapter V: Tottie's adventures--the kind cat and the cross dog
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    Chapter VI: The skating party
        Page 58
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    Chapter VII: A night alarm--the end of the holidays
        Page 68
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    Chapter VIII: At the sea-side for the holidays
        Page 81
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    Chapter IX: Sea-side lodgings--a terrible adventure
        Page 91
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    Chapter X: In the cliff cavern--the old mine--to the rescue
        Page 102
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    Chapter XI: A quiet Sunday by the sea
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    Chapter XII: A pleasant holiday expedition
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    Chapter XIII: Home again--the harvest festival--the end
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THE following tale, about a little girl and her
pet cat, and the various adventures she met with
while Home for the Holidays," found very
great favour in the eyes of young people in its
original form. The story is now republished
from the pages of GOLDEN CHILDHOOD," in
which it first appeared, and it is to be hoped that
many other young readers will now be glad to
meet "Dottie and Tottie," who were so warmly
welcomed two years ago by the subscribers to
the Magazine.









October, 1882.





CROSS Doa 51










Or |omz for tee Molibags.

-~. "- H! I am so
Glad it's the
20th of De-
cember," cried Dottie
Freshfield. "To-mor-
-- row I shall be at
So shall I," exclaimed another girl, much
older than Dottie, "and I shall never come back
again to this horrid old school!"
Hush, Nellie, Miss White will hear you. Be-
sides, it's not so horrid after all. I like it-that
is, rather," said Agnes Deane.
Perhaps you would like to stay here all the
holidays, Agnes retorted Nellie. "You can if
you like."

I'm sure I don't want to remain here," cried
Dottie. "But there's the second bell, and I am
not dressed. Dear, dear! late on the last morning
too !"
She hurried as quickly as possible to finish her
toilette, but by the time she was dressed all the
other girls had gone down. Miss White usually
allowed them three or four minutes' grace before
she made her appearance in the breakfast-room,
and on this occasion Dottie could have reached
the parlour in time, particularly as the holidays
were so near and discipline rather more relaxed;
but she had not said her prayers!
What could she do ? To be late this morning
would probably prevent her receiving a good mark
for conduct, and this would tell against the prize
she hoped to win. She knew that the servants
and all the girls would have prayers together
"after breakfast. Could it matter-would it be so
very wrong if she postponed saying her prayers
till then ?
It was a great temptation; but she resisted it.
It is my own fault," she said. "I was lazy."
So she knelt down and said her prayers, and
then descended slowly to the breakfast parlour,
where all the others were assembled.
"How is this, Mary? What makes you so late
this morning ?" said Miss White.

"I did not get up when the first bell rang,"
replied Mary, or Dottie, as she was generally
called, "and then- "
"Well, do not attempt to excuse yourself. Go
to your place. If it were not so near the holidays
I would take a mark off; as it is, I will say no
more about it."
Dottie was delighted. She felt she had done
right, and even at the risk of being punished for
her laziness. But now she was much happier.
She might win the conduct prize after all.
She curtsied and sat down. Every one thought
her very fortunate.
This was the prize-giving day, so only a show
of lessons and school discipline was kept up. The
girls all went into the schoolroom. Some read,
some played games upon their slates, "fox and
goose," or such things, until twelve o'clock, when
the prize-giving was to commence.
Miss White came in in this interval and intro-
duced some visitors to the school. The girls all
wondered whether the young lady was to be a
governess next term, and stared at her well. But
she did not remain long, and they soon resumed
their employment.
While Dottie was sitting at the window looking
at the snow which was beginning to fall in thick
heavy flakes, slowly dropping to the hard-frozen

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ground, she thought she saw something moving
amongst the trees, but she could not be certain.
"I wonder what it is ?" she said aloud.
"What what is?" inquired Alice Adams, who
stood near her.
"Why that thing moving about on the lawn
opposite," replied Dottie.
It's a rat I should think," said Nellie. It
looks like it."
Oh! it cannot be a rat," exclaimed Dottie. I
should like to know what it really is. I will run
and see."
If you do you'll get punished, I know. Miss
"White will be very angry if she finds you out,"
said Alice Adams.
"' I do believe it's a kitten," exclaimed Dottie,
who took no notice of what Alice had been saying.
"Poor little thing, it will die of cold. I must go
and get it."
"What is it ?-what is it?" cried two or three
more girls. "Let us see."
"Only a wretched kitten on the lawn," said
another. Its mother will take care of it."
Perhaps it has crawled away from its mother
and cannot get back. I will go. If I get punished
I cannot help it. I can't bear to see the poor
helpless little thing out in the snow!"
So Dottie got up and went out of the room.

She ran quickly downstairs and put on her over-
shoes (you see she was a careful little girl), then,
without waiting to put on her hat, but merely
throwing a handkerchief over her head, she
dashed into the garden, and in a moment had
taken up the kitten from the snow in which it
"was floundering.
Poor little thing! It was shivering with cold,
and mewed so piteously that Dottie's tender heart
was quite touched.
I will take great care of you, poor little
kitty," said Dottie, as she caressed the tiny
animal. "Come in with me, and I will make you
so nice and warm and give you some milk."
Mee-oo, mee-oo," cried the poor baby kitten in
such a small voice.
It was crying for its mamma, but she never
came. She had left it with its brothers and
sisters while she went into a house near to get
some food for herself. Meantime this kitten had
crawled away and could not get back again, for
its eyes were scarcely opened yet.
But you will say, What a cruel mother the
old cat was to leave her poor kittens all alone in
the snow!" No, she was not cruel after all, for
she had brought her kittens up to her bed in the
thick ivy because all her last little family had
been drowned; and pussie thought, "I will not


tet them drown my babies this time, I will take
them to a safe place." So she carried them into
the ivy and hid them. I think she was a clever
old pussie, don't you? But this restless kitty
had crawled away.
As soon as Dottie had got possession of the
little kitten she ran indoors again as fast as she
could, and in another minute she had got back
safely to the school-room without having been
seen by Miss White, who was too busy to look
out of the windows. One of the governesses saw
Dottie, but when the girl told her why she had
gone out the teacher did not scold her at all.
"Oh, what a pretty kitten !" cried the girls.
"Look at its eyes, they are only just open."
"Poor thing! it must be hungry. Are you
hungry, little pussie?"
Mee-oo, mee-oo, mee-oo," replied the kitten.
"I will ask Maria to give it some milk," said
Dottie, and she ran down to the good-natured
parlour-maid with the kitten in her arms.
I will take it home with me. It is a dear little
thing," exclaimed Dottie, when she came into the
room again.
Just then the school-bell rang, and all the girls
immediately hurried upstairs to tidy" themselves
for the prize-giving in the drawing-room.
There were several visitors assembled, and the

prizes were laid out upon the table. They looked
very pretty. There were several books in beautiful
bindings, and amongst them a most lovely Bible
full of pictures. This last was the good conduct
prize, and Dottie wished that she might have it.
Then the rector of the parish made a very nice
little speech to the young ladies, and told them
how glad he was to see that they always behaved
so well in church, and to hear that they sang so
nicely. He finished by wishing them all a Merry
Christmas and a Happy New Year," and then
proceeded to distribute the prizes.
Alice Adams got the prize for French, and a
prize for being first in her class.
Dottie obtained the prize for English grammar,
composition, and reading in her class.
Agnes was awarded the prize for drawing and
music, in which she excelled all the rest of the
Several other girls obtained rewards, but still
no one was called up for the good conduct prize.
This was awarded to the girl who had behaved
best throughout the half-year, and who had been
good at her lessons too.
At last, when all the prizes had been given
away, the rector said-
"I have now, young ladies, to present this very
handsome and most beautiful of all books-the

Book of God's Word-to the one amongst you
who has by good conduct and general behaviour
merited the distinction."
There was a pause. No one spoke. Those who
thought they had been well-behaved gazed at the
beautiful Bible. Those who knew they could not
hope to receive it blushed and looked down.
Dottie felt tears come into her eyes: she did not
dare to look at the rector for fear they should
tumble down upon her flushed cheeks. Oh! if
she could but bring home that lovely prize to dear
papa and mamma, how happy she would be !
At length the kind rector said-
"Miss Mary Freshfield, I have great pleasure
in presenting the good conduct prize to you.
Come here, my dear."
Dottie came up to where the rector stood, and,
kissing her forehead, he continued-
I hope you will always endeavour to behave
as well as you have done. Remember that you
have a much higher reward awaiting you if you
continue to do right-the prize of your high
calling in Jesus Christ. I congratulate you upon
your good conduct, and I am sure you deserve
this beautiful book, and will act according to the
precepts laid down in it."
Dottie took the Bible, and, blushing deeply,
returned to her place perfectly happy.

Miss White told them all when the holidays
would be over, and then the whole party went
down to the dining-room, where a substantial
luncheon was waiting their appearance.

,.=_:-=-__ _- --- 2

Next morning, at ten o'clock, the school broke
up and the girls all took their departure in
various directions. Dottie carried an extra
basket, and in it, well wrapped up, was the poor
little kitten, which she determined to call TOTTIE.


in the basket, were
put safely into the
train, and placed under the
charge of the guard. Away
the train rushed, through
tunnels, over bridges, and
Between hills and cuttings,
then on again by another
line, and Dottie knew she was coming near home.
She was quite alone in the carriage now, and
she took Tottie from the basket and held pussie
up to the window to see the neighbourhood of
her future residence.
"There, pussie," she said, "look! There is the
five-acre field where we have hay-making in the
summer, and beyond-not that way, pussie, but
over there by the house-that is Farmer Scott's,

and we have such fun there sometimes. He has
got plenty of cats, Tottie, for you to play with,
and look here-through this side-there is our
church; you can't go there, pussie, you know;
and at the back is the vicarage with such a big
dog in the yard; and oh! pussie, here is our
house-see it, behind those tall trees? that is
where you are to live, miss, and grow up a good
cat, I hope."
Tottie gave a tiny meoo which perhaps meant
"yes." At any rate Dottie accepted it as such,
and stroked pussie's head, and the kitten purred
and curled down into Dottie's lap.
"No, puss, you mustn't go to sleep. Here we
are almost at the station. Jump into your basket.
So Tottie was fastened into the basket, and by
the time Dottie had collected her small packages
the train stopped.
In a moment the door of the compartment was
opened, and Dottie was clasped in her mother's
arms. Such a happy meeting it was, I can tell
you. You can all fancy how delighted Mrs.
Freshfield was to see her little girl back safe and
sound, and Mr. Freshfield kissed her fondly, and
Why, how you have grown, darling Dottie !"
"Oh yes," said Dottie, my frocks are so short;

they nearly show my knees, and the girls laugh
at me."
"We will have Miss Kilting round to see


you. But what have you got in this basket,
dear ?"
That's my darling little kitten," replied
Dottie; I saved it from being frozen in the

snow. It is called Tottie, and is quite a
A cat! Oh, I cannot have a cat in the house,"
exclaimed Mrs. Freshfield, doubtfully.
"It is only a tiny kitten, mamma, not a cat,"
replied Dottie. "Do let me keep it."
"Well, then, you must be responsible for its
good behaviour. Now, dear, all your luggage is
in the carriage; come along !"
Oh, there's Archie !" exclaimed Dottie, as her
brother came up and ran to kiss her.
"I am sorry I was late," he began; "I
"Never mind, dear; you are so generally late,
I am sorry to say, that we need not take any
notice of it just now," said his father.
Poor Archie felt rebuked, for he knew that he
was a lazy boy and put off doing everything until
the very last moment. This propensity frequently
got him into scrapes. He put off learning his
lessons to mend a kite or to do something else,
which was not necessary, for somebody. Though
it was very good-natured of him, still he ought
not to have neglected his duty even to give
another person pleasure. Therefore he often got
into trouble at school, and sometimes at home.
Otherwise he was a brave, good boy, and quite to
be depended upon. He was very fond of his

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sister, and Dottie was equally attached to
Archie took up the kitten and jumped upon the
box of the carriage. Dottie and her parents got
inside, and Robert, the coachman, drove rapidly
Mr. Freshfield helped his wife to alight, and in
the house there was more kissing and shaking
hands, all the servants were so pleased to see
Dottie home again. She was a great favourite
because she was always kind and polite to the
servants, and spoke pleasantly, saying If you
please" and "Thank you" when she asked for
anything and received it.
After tea Archie said, I think I will go over
to the town church and hear the bells. Mr.
Deane is going to play the new organ at seven
"I think you should ask permission first," said
his father. You are not old enough to run about
independently, and I scarcely like your going
"I am fifteen, papa," said Archie.
May I go too, papa ?" asked Dottie. I am
so fond of the organ, and- we can see the men
ringing afterwards."
Mr. Freshfield, recollecting that many of his
acquaintances would probably be in the church,

consented, but made the children promise to be
careful, and not to come home without some
friendly escort.
It was not late, but quite dark, when Archie
and Dottie started to hear the new organ. They
had to cross the common and pass through the
upper portion of the little town to reach the
church, which stood in the centre of the town.
The church had had an old Norman tower, and
was very ancient altogether. But it had been
restored in places, the tower had been repaired,
and a good peal of bells had been added. These,
and particularly the new organ, were to be heard
on Christmas Day.
The brother and sister were not long in reach-
ing the church. The door was open, and they
went in. The church was quite dark, except for
the candles in the organ-loft, which twinkled
through the gloom like stars, and lit up Mr.
Deane's bald head as he sat at the organ.
"Isn't it curious, Dottie, how far off Mr. Deane
looks? Let's go up and blow the bellows for
"Let's," assented Dottie.
"No. I say," continued Archie, suppose
we go up into the belfry and see the bells
ring "
"But they don't pull the bells up there, and

we shall be all in the dark," replied Dottie
"Never mind the dark. I've often been up;
come along," said Archie.
Dottie was afraid to say she was afraid, and
so followed her brother, who hastened on tiptoe
to the tower, and ascending the narrow staircase
they were soon in the bell-chamber.
The bells were hung within a framework of
wood, and looked very large and ghostly in the
very dim light which crept into the tower
windows. The moon was just rising, and the
children could see the beams reflected upon the
river, far, far below.
"Isn't it beautiful, Archie ?"
"Lovely. Let us go out on the roof !"
Oh, Archie, up to the very top ? in the
snow ?"
Yes; why not ? The moon is rising, there is
plenty of light, and the view will be beautiful. I
have been up before-in the daytime," he added.
But would mother like us to go ?" hesitated
"We can't go and ask leave now," argued
Archie. I'll go, any way. Will you wait
here ?"
No, Dottie would not do that; she was too
nervous to stay by herself in the bell-chamber,

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and in the dark too. So the children went up
the narrow winding broken stairs together.


A loud noise came up the stairs. They could

hear the echoes from the beams and walls. At
last the noise died away.
"What can that be, I wonder?" said Archie,
stopping to listen.
Dottie was beginning to feel nervous.
Oh, it's the door of the bell-chamber; I
forgot to shut it. Come on, Dottie! It's all
right. Here we are!"
As he spoke they came out into the moonlight,
which streamed through the embrasure of the old
Dottie followed him, and, children as they
were, both she and Archie were fascinated by
the beautiful landscape spread out at their feet
on a snow-white carpet.
There's the railway station," said Dottie.
"Look at the steam and the fire from the
There's the vicarage-why, I could throw a
snowball on it. What fun! they'd think it came
from the moon Shall I ?" exclaimed Archie.
Oh no," cried Dottie. Look, Archie, there's
our house, and I can see the Long-Meadows
Bridge, and the place where the boats are kept.
Isn't it lovely ? I am so glad I came up. How
bright it is !"
"What a lot of stars! I wonder how many
there are ? I suppose people live in them too ?"

"WHAT IS IT?" 29
"I think not," said Dottie; "and Miss White
says that even if they ard inhabited the people are
very different from us, because the air is
We'll ask papa when we get home. I think
it's cold, don't you ? Let us go down. I must
throw one snowball first, though." And he did.
I wonder the bells have not begun to ring,"
said Dottie, as she prepared to descend. It
is so lovely I should not mind staying up here
all night and listening to them."
Why, you'd be frozen to death, you silly
child," replied her brother. You may be warm
now, but you'd soon be chilly out here."
"Let's go down, then," said Dottie.
They groped their way very cautiously down,
and by degrees their eyes became accustomed to
the gloom. They reached the bell-chamber in
safety. The door was open.
"I thought we heard this door shut," said
Dottie; "what else could that loud bang have
been ?"
I'm sure I don't know," said her brother. I
hope--" He stopped terrified, and clasped
Dottie's hand.
"What is it? Oh! you do frighten me so,
"I'm afraid that that 'bang' was the shutting

of the cross-door below," whispered Archie. If
"Well, what does it matter? we can get it
open, I suppose ?"
"I'm afraid not," replied her brother, for it
shuts with a spring lock, Dottie, and if it is shut
we must wait till somebody comes to open it."
Let us go down and see," said practical
They hurried down the stairs, and in a moment
or two reached the old oak door, with its great
lock, a smaller latch-lock, and rusty broad hinges.
It was shut tight, and the children knew that
they were imprisoned in the church-tower.

EVER minds
Dottie," said
Archie, bravely,
though he felt rather afraid
too. Never mind; some
one will be sure to come
up. We can wait in the
So the terrified children slowly went upstairs
again, sat down in a corner of the bell-chamber,
and leant against the wall, hand in hand.
Suddenly a noise was heard; one great bell
began to move.
"Oh, we shall be killed, Archie; get up; the
bell will kill us if it swings."

Don't be silly," cried Archie, as he got up
and pulled Dottie away nevertheless.
Boom went the bell.
"Will they peal the bells to-night, I wonder ?"
Boom went the bell again.
Oh, this is deafening!" cried Archie; let us
go up on the roof."
Suddenly all the bells-there were eight-stood
"up together for a moment, and then away they
went, One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
eight," and back again, in and out, and upside
down, twisting, twirling, banging, and crashing
all together sometimes, till the old belfry rocked
I shall never like bells again," said Dottie.
"I had no idea they made such a terrible noise."
The children were out on the roof again by this
time, very cold, very nervous, and quite uncertain
whether they would get home at all that night.
The bells still rang, and at last, as an amuse-
ment and to keep himself warm, Archie began to
throw snowballs at the weathercock. Poor Dottie
sat down inside the tower stair and thought of
her mamma.
At last she said-
Oh Archie I wonder whether the kitten has
had any supper-poor little Tottie !"
"I haven't had any supper, I know that,"

replied Archie, who was still firing away snow-
balls at the weathercock. "I wish I saw some
chance of it. Are you not hungry, Dottie ?"
"Not very," she replied, but- "
"Hurrah! I've done it. Splendid!" cried Archie.
"What have you done? What is the matter ?"
exclaimed his sister.
I've hit the old weathercock-turn about, old
fellow-the wind is south now, you say; and with
afrosttoo! Ha! ha!"
Dottie laughed. Perhaps it will freeze to the
south," she said, "and puzzle all the people.
Won't Mr. Chesham be astonished ?"
Mr. Chesham was the Vicar of Windover.
(Windover was the town in which Dottie lived;
I don't think I told you that before.)
"Yes," said Archie, "and old Thorns" (the
late clerk) will come out if he sees the wind is
in the south, and find it very cold, I expect. I
say, Dottie, I think it's time we got down, isn't
it? I'm very hungry."
But no one came, and there the two children
sat hand in hand close together to keep as warm
as possible. At length Dottie said-
Let us sing the Evening Hymn."
Their pure young voices mingled with the
chiming of the bells and floated out into the
night air.

Still nobody came to the rescue, and the youth-
ful singers, tired, hungry, but still hopeful, fell
fast asleep.
After Dottie and Archie had gone to the church,
Mrs. Freshfield said-
"Don't you think you had better go over and
fetch them back, dear ?"
I will, presently," replied Mr. Freshfield.
"They cannot come to any harm in the church.
Hullo! What's this ?"
He stooped down, and his hand touched the
poor little kitten, which had somehow got out of
its basket, and was wandering about the room.
I declare, it is a very pretty little thing," said
Mrs. Freshfield. I hope it will not scratch baby."
For there was a baby in the house, about a year
old-a very pretty, cheerful little fellow. His
name was Alfred, and he was already a great pet,
and very fond of Archie, who nursed him and
played with him whenever he could. Dottie also
had made great friends with him.
I don't think that kittens ever hurt inten-
tionally, but with such a young child as Alfred I
think it wise to be cautious," replied Mr. Fresh.
The kitten now began to play with its own tail,
and then with Mrs. Freshfield's dress. Tiring of
this, it went to the sideboard. and standing upon

its hind legs kept patting at the bunch of keys
hanging from the lock of the cellaret. Then,
when it had exhausted all the interest of this
jingling plaything, it returned to the hearthrug
and lay down, with its head resting upon its paws,
and went fast asleep.
"Eight o'clock," said Mr. Freshfield. "It is
time I went for those children."
He put on his hat and walked across the common
towards the town. Mr. Freshfield soon arrived at
the outskirts of the town, and often stopped to
listen to the bells, which sounded very prettily in
the still frosty air.
I wonder they are playing so late," he thought;
"it is quite time Master Archie brought his sister
Mr. Freshfield walked on until he gained the
open space by the church. Then he stopped
again. The bells just then ceased ringing, and
the notes of the new organ pealed out in the
Hallelujah Chorus.
Flop! Something fell at Mr. Freshfield's feet,
and broke upon the pavement. He was very
much astonished. Who was throwing snowballs
at him ?
Flop came another, and this time struck him
right on the top of his hat, and the snow trickled
down his neck.

He looked round; nobody was to be seen.
"How very curious!" he thought. "What can
Flop came another close to his back, and in
another half-minute a great snowball hit a boy
who was passing.
"I'll tell feyther," said the lad. Why be thee
a-peltin' o' me ?"
Mr. Freshfield made no reply, but walked on
and quickly entered the church.
It was only partially lighted. Mr. Deane was
still seated at the organ, and a considerable
number of people were listening to the music.
Mr. Freshfield could not see his children any-
He beckoned to the verger, and asked him ii
he had seen anything of Dottie and Archie.
No, sir," replied the man, they haven't been
in here this evening, as far as I know."
Are you sure ?" exclaimed Mr. Freshfield
anxiously. They left home to come here. Surely
no accident could have happened ?"
Not here, sir. But, begging' your pardon, sir,
your coat is covered with snow."
"Yes, yes. Have the ringers gone ?"
"Just goin', sir."
"Could the children have gone upstairs, do you
think ?"

"Well, they might. We can go upstairs; I've
got the keys."


The verger led the way up to the ringing floor;
it was untenanted. He called out loudly, "Any
one here ?" but only the echo replied.

Cannot we go higher up ?" suggested Mr.
"Yes," said the verger, "but that cross-door
is probably locked. I'll go and see."
He went up the stairs, and returned in a few
minutes, saying-
"I thought it would be shut. They couldn't
have gone up there, sir."
They went down again. 'Mr. Freshfield was
now getting alarmed. What could have become
of the children ? He was convinced they were in
the church somewhere, because Archie had told
him he intended to go and hear the organ;
Mr. Freshfield was quite sure that his son
would not tell him an untruth, nor lead Dottie
Now you see what a good thing it was for the
children that their father could trust them so
well. Had they been like some children, he might
have sent round the town and inquired and made
a search for them, which would have alarmed their
mother very much. As it was, he knew.they could
not be far off. So he inquired in the church, but
nobody had seen them.
Mr. Freshfield then went up into the organ-loft
and asked the organist.
They had not been there," said Mr. Deane.
But the boy who was blowing the bellows said

he had seen the young lady and gentleman about
half-an-hour before.
"Where did they go ?" inquired Mr. Freshfield.
"They went out-very likely up into the belfry,"
replied the lad. I saw them pass the church-
door outside."
But the tower-door is locked-I mean the
staircase-door," said Mr. Freshfield. "They could
not have gone up into the belfry."
The belfry-door wasn't shut then," replied
the lad, "because Dixon said it was open when
he came in to ring, and after that."
Mr. Freshfield hurried away, and procured the
key from the verger.
He hurried upstairs, groped his way up to the
belfry, and called out. No answer.
He went up higher as fast as he could. Sud-
denly he trod on something. There was a cry.
A little figure stood up in the moonlight, and
then a boy appeared higher up.
"Oh, papa, papa, how glad we are you came!
We are so sorry-- "
And Dottie leaped into her father's arms, buried
her pretty little head upon his shoulder, and sobbed
"Is dear mamma very anxious about us ?-and
-how is the poor kitten, papa ?"
Mr. Freshfield was very glad to find his chil-

dren, you may be sure, and as they walked home
he scolded them, but not very much, for their
folly in climbing up into the belfry. But the
children were so sorry that they had caused him
such uneasiness, and so very much afraid that
their mother would be nervous, that their father
would not lecture them as they deserved.
As they crossed the churchyard Mr. Freshfield
tried to cheer up Dottie, who was rather tearful,
by saying-
A very funny thing happened just now-what
do you think ? Some great snowballs came down
from the sky and hit me and a little boy."
From the sky, papa-not really ?" exclaimed
"I suppose so," replied her father. "At least,
they came flop upon the ground from some-
At this answer both 'Dottie and Archie burst
into a loud laugh.
Oh, what fun !" said Archie. Did they hit
you, papa ?"
Yes, on the hat and shoulders. Do you know
anything about it ?"
Dottie kept laughing so that at last Archie had
to tell how he had been throwing snowballs at the
weathercock, and some of these had tumbled upon
his father.

"I hope they didn't hurt you, papa," he said.
"Oh no! but the snow ran down my back,"
replied Mr. Freshfield.
Hereupon the children laughed again; and this
incident furnished them with food for amusement
all the way home.
As soon as they got in they related their adven-
tures to Mrs. Freshfield; and Dottie told the whole
story to her kitten in a whisper. To this the
kitten merely replied,. Mee-oo," and licked
Dottie's fingers as much as to say, I am thirsty,
and want some milk."
So Dottie got some milk and gave it to Tottie;
then, it being near bedtime, a rug was procured
and a nice bit of carpet, and put into a hamper
on some straw. In this nice bed Tottie was
carried to the back kitchen, where she soon fell
asleep, and the children soon afterwards went to
bed also, very thankful that they had not been
left on the top of the church-tower in the frost
and snow all night.


OME days passed;
Christmas came,
followed. During
this merry season
Dottie went out
with her parents
andArchieto two
or three parties,
and enjoyed her-
self very much. Meantime Tottie, the kitten, was
growing very fast, and by the end of the holidays
Dottie hoped it would be quite a big cat, and able
to catch mice for itself. Tottie was very tame,
and I must tell you something it did one day, far
it was a very sensible kitten.
Puss was very fond of sitting by the kitchen

fire, and every morning after her breakfast-for
Tottie breakfasted in the nursery-she would go
downstairs and sit in the kitchen. One morning
the cook had gone into another room, and the
kitten was left alone. There was something the
matter with the boiler, and it ran over. The
water came running into the fender, and Pussie
nearly got wet. She jumped up and went to the
back kitchen, and mewed" to the cook, and did
all she could to bring the servant into the kitchen.
At last she succeeded, and there the cook saw the
water all over the floor. She immediately ran and
stopped the flow of water, but if Tottie had not
been in the kitchen something serious might have
Now this story is quite true, and I hope you
will agree with me that Tottie was a clever little
Of course Tottie was taken care of and put
carefully to bed every night. One night she was
out in the garden, and Dottie ran after her and
brought her in, It was a cold frosty night, and
the stars were very bright indeed.
Mr. Freshfield came to call Dottie indoors.
Oh! look at those beautiful little stars, papa!
There's a large one and what a quantity there
are all over there !"
That is the Milky Way, dear."

Milky Way! Are those stars full of milk
You cannot mean that really ?"
"No, no, dear," said Mr. Freshfield. There
are such a number of stars that the sky appears
quite white and like milk. There are millions and
millions of stars in that circle we call the Milky
"What a number of stars there must be I Do
you know how many there are, papa ?"
"It is quite impossible to say how many there
are. We can only see about three thousand
without a telescope. With a telescope there must
be at least one hundred millions visible."
Only fancy! One hundred millions! And so
far off too They must be miles and miles and
miles away !"
Millions of miles you mean. Why, if you
started off in a train you would not reach the
stars for thousands of years."
Oh! I cannot understand such very wonderful
things," exclaimed Dottie. "It is too hard for
me to learn. But there's a big star He doesn't
wink-and there's another that looks red !"
"That one is called Mars," replied her father.
"It is a little more than half as big as our earth."
"Is it inhabited ?" asked Dottie.
"It may be; there are continents and seas, and
there appears to be ice and snow also. It must

be something like our own earth, but its year is
twice as long as ours, because it takes nearly 687
days to go round the sun."
"We take only 365 days," said Dottie; "I
know that."
Yes-about that time," replied her father.

"And can they see us from Mars as we see
them ?" asked Dottie.
Yes, certainly; we must look very pretty to
them, and if they have telescopes they can see us
"I wonder how we look ?" exclaimed Dottie.
"I think I have some drawings in my study

which will give you an idea of Mars and the earth
too," said her father.
"I should like to see them very much," said
Dottie. May we go now?"
If you like," replied Mr. Freshfield.


They went into the study, and after a search the
drawings were found.
"Here," said Mr. Freshfield, is Mars as he
appears to us through a powerful telescope. This
view was taken by Sir John Herschel. The dark
parts are seas."
How curious!" exclaimed Dottie as she

gazed at the picture. "And is this our earth,
papa "
"This is how our earth must appear to the
people in the planet Mars," he replied.
I can see Africa, Asia, and Australia. I
wonder whether the people up there think about
us ?"
"I daresay they do, and no doubt they wonder
what we are doing, as you do about them."
Oh, papa! just think of the millions of
stars! Who can tell us anything about them
all ?"
No one, my dear. God alone knows them.
'He telleth the number of the stars and calls
them by their names.' They appear very small
to us, but numbers of them are much bigger
than our earth, and even larger than the
It is very beautiful and very wonderful," said
Dottie, after a pause.
It is indeed; and we may learn from the
stars a great many lessons of the providence
of God. We should also learn to trust Him
thoroughly, for He can take care of all those
worlds, of us and all our surroundings, as well
as theirs; and everything works together for
Dottie made no answer for a moment. At last

she got up from her chair, and, kissing her father,
Good night, papa dear. I shall never be
afraid of being in the dark again, for I am sure
that God can take care of me as well as of those
stars which we saw in the sky."
Her father bade her good night. Then, taking
Tottie up again, the young girl put the kitten to
bed, and went up to kiss her mother and Archie
in the drawing-room.
When she looked out of he:. bedroom window
the moon was shining beautifully, and Dottie
I wonder if there is a man in the moon, after
all, and whether he has any little girls like me ?
I'll ask papa."
She soon jumped into bed, and the little stars
winked and twinkled all through the frosty winter
night. They twinkled and winked at one another
so much because, I suppose, they saw a kitten
climb up through a broken pane of glass and run
along the garden path.
This naughty kitten was Tottie!
Yes, Tottie; out in the snow, too I am sure
you will wonder what it could want out there at
ten o'clock at night. Fortunately Dottie did not
see her pet go out, or I do not know what she
would have done.


So Tottie was all alone, and she rambled on to
the end of the garden, every now and then stop-
ping to shake the snow from her paws. At last,
she reached the garden wall, and close to the wall
some trees were growing. Tottie climbed up one


of them and got upon the top of the wall, and
then climbed down by another tree into the neigh-
bouring garden, and scampered away as fast as she
Foolish Tottie! There is a great big dog in
that garden, and if he sees you he will very likely

eat you up, or, at any rate, try to kill you, because
dogs, as a rule, do not like strange cats; and your
little mistress will be very sorry if you are killed.
You should have remained quietly at home in
your nice warm bed, for if you had you would not
have met with the adventures which I must tell in
another chapter.
"Foolish, foolish kitten I

FOOLISH kitten indeed!
Fancy Tottie leaving her nice
warm bed to go tramping over
Sthe snowy ground and up over
wet walls! What did she do
it for ?
She really could not have
told you if you asked her.
She was restless, I suppose, and wanted a change.
Discontented kittens do not come to much good,
I fancy, nor will discontented children either;
but then of course none of the little readers of
this story are-at least, I hope not; for it is not
right to be discontented.
But Tottie did not know any better, poor thing,
and so she went over the wall and into the strange
garden. Now in that particular garden there lived

a dog, and a very good dog he was, but he did not
like cats or kittens. He had a very great dislike
to wandering cats, and would sit quite quietly in
his kennel watching, and if any cat came near him
he would pounce out at it, and away would jump
pussie with her tail like a hearth-brush and her
fur all standing out straight on end as the dog
darted after her.
The snow was deep in the garden as Tottie
crept behind the trees towards the house. The
dog thought he heard something; he was dream-
ing of cats, and that he was chasing one down the
street, when he awoke and listened.
A cat!-yes, I am sure that is a cat," he
thought. I'll pounce upon her."
He quietly crept out of his kennel and looked
about, but could see nothing. Poor Tottie was
not far off, but, being so small, fortunately the
dog could not see her, although she could see him.
"Oh dear!" she thought, I wish I had stayed
at home in my warm bed. If I could only get
back again !"
Just then something crept up close beside her;
she turned round trembling with fear and cold,
and close beside her she saw a large cat.
Cats, you know, have a language of their own,
which we cannot understand; but they manage
to understand each other, and though they do not


talk very prettily, still no doubt they chatter and
amuse themselves over their tea or dinner.
At any rate Tottie quite understood the grown-
up pussie that came so close to her and whispered
in cat-language-
What business has such a child as you are to
be out in the snow at night ?"
Poor Tottie felt very much ashamed at being so
scolded by a strange cat, and she replied-
I am very sorry I have been so naughty. I
crept out to see the garden."
Nonsense !" replied the old pussie; you are
a wild little kitten, and you ought to be well
whipped. Where do you live ?"
In the basket," replied Tottie.
"In what basket ?" said the cat. "There are
whole terraces of baskets where I live-clothes-
baskets, market-baskets,wine-baskets,key-baskets,
rush-baskets, hamper-baskets--"
"That is what I live in," interrupted Tottio
meekly; "a hamper with straw in it and a piece
of carpet."
You silly kit, to leave such a nice place!
Who is your master ?"
"I belong to a little girl; her name, I think, is
Dottie," replied the kitten.
Dottie what ?" inquired the old cat im-
patiently. Dottie is not her real name."

"They call her Dottle; she lives over there, in
a brick and stone house," replied Tottie.
"I know," replied the old puss; she has a
brother called Archie. The house is only over
the wall. Come along."
"I cannot get back," replied Tottie.
"I'll carry you," replied the good-natured puss.
"But first let me see that the dog is asleep."
So Tottie crouched down in the snow, and the
old cat crept along until he was close to the kennel,
and there stood the dog, looking so cross.
He was just for one moment taken by surprise,
and puss lifted his paw and hit the dog before he
recovered from his astonishment. Then a regular
fight began. The poor little kitten was so terribly
frightened it did not know what to do.
Bow-wow-wow !" said the dog as it rushed at
the kind-hearted pussie.
Miow miow!" screamed the cat as it stood
upon its hind-legs and scratched the cross dog's
face so that it looked crosser than ever.
The battle continued for quite five minutes, and
several other pussies came to look on; while all
the dogs in the gardens near began to bark and
made such a noise that people opened their win-
dows, fancying that thieves were about.
But at last the cross dog got so terribly scratched
that he thought it quite time to get away from

pussie, so with a loud howl of rage he turned
round and ran away as fast as ever he could for
some distance.
All this time Tottie had been standing by, so


frightened, at the back by the tree; but no sooner
had the dog run away than the good pussie came
up and took Tottie in his mouth and hurried

The dog, seeing this, came after them, but in
his hurry made a mistake and jumped into a
cucumber-frame, broke it, and fell into a little pit
that had been dug in the ground.
He couldn't get out for some time, so while the
cross-looking dog was struggling in the hole the
old cat took up Tottie in his mouth and carried
her over the wall into her own garden; and then,
hearing a friend calling him, he bade Tottie good-
night and ran away.
Tottie was now left to herself, and, being very
cold, hurried back as fast as she could to the
house; but it was all shut up, not a light was to
be seen anywhere, and the poor little kitten felt
very lonely indeed. She thought of the good-
natured cat (whose name was Tom), and felt
quite sorry he had gone away. He was so kind
to me," thought Tottie, and so very friendly, I'm
sure I shall like him all my life. But I wonder
how I am to get in."
The clock struck twelve-midnight-and just
then some snow began to fall.
"Oh dear what shall I do? Meeoo! meeoo!"
cried the kitten. Meeoo! Let me in; I am so
But nobody came to the door, for everybody
was in bed; and there poor Tottie sat in the snow
all night.

A mouse came out and ran past, but Tottic
was too cold to try to catch it. A rat sat up and
laughed at her, and in the early morning several
sparrows came down and chirped at the poor
kitten, which certainly did look a very forlorn
pussie indeed.
Dottie got up very early in the morning to
look out of window, and heard the plaintive
"meeoo!" outside. Without thinking whether
she was likely to catch cold, Dottie opened the
window and called her little pet, and in a few
minutes Tottie had climbed up on the wall and
scrambled to the window, where Dottie was wait-
ing for her.
Oh, you naughty kitten, to stay out all night!"
said Dottie. "Where have you been ?"
But Tottie said nothing; she was too much
ashamed of herself to reply.

did not
Suite understand
what her little mis-
tress said. At any
rate, she only
purred and rubbed
her nose against
Dottie's hand.
Then Dottie drew the kitten in, shut the window,
and jumped into bed again to get warm before
Maria came to call her.
Tottie curled herself up on the rug, and in five
minutes was fast asleep, and did not wake until
Dottie was quite dressed and ready to go down to
She took the sleepy kitten in her arms and ran

lightly downstairs. There was no one in the
breakfast-room. Dottie put down a little mat for
Tottie, gave her some milk, and the little cat
drank it up quickly and then went to sleep.
Mrs. Freshfield came down soon afterwards,
and kissing her daughter said-
You were up very early this morning, dear;
I thought I heard your window opened. You
should be careful this cold weather."
Dottie explained why she had opened the win-
dow, and Mr. Freshfield coming in at that moment
nothing more was said about the kitten.
Archie soon appeared, and after bidding his
parents and his sister good morning, said-
"I vote we go skating this morning. Will you
come, Dottie ?"
"I cannot skate properly," replied his sister.
"I am sure I should fall down and hurt my-
"You will never learn unless you try," said
Archie. Don't be afraid; I'll take care of
"Do not get playing any tricks," said Mr.
Freshfield. I don't think you are a very good
guardian. Remember the church tower."
"And the snowballs!" added Mrs. Freshfield,
Yes; you spoilt my hat that time, Archie,"

said his father goodhumouredly. "But where do
you propose to skate ?"
"On the mill-pond. Mr. Clark will give us
leave, I am sure."
It is rather deep, isn't it ?" said his mother.
"Do be careful, Archie."
Don't be afraid, mother. I'll be as careful
as possible. Besides, the Storeys and the Stairs
are sure to be there. Miss Storey skates beauti-
fully, and can give Dottie a lesson."
So leave was given to the children, and soon
after ten o'clock Archie and his sister set off to
the mill.
Crampton Mill was about a mile and a half
from the Freshfields' house; so Dottie and Archie
had a good walk before they could reach the ice.
As they went along they met some boys coming
down through the snowy road, dragging an old
cart, with the wheels off, along the snow. Two
or three other boys accompanied them, shouting
and laughing. In the cart were seated a woman
and a child, who seemed to enjoy the ride im-
mensely. Some of the other boys made snowballs
and pelted the occupants of the sledge, and alto-
gether they had very good fun indeed.
I should like to have a sledge and drive about
as they do in Iceland or Greenland with a rein-
deer," said Dottie.

"I think I should- like to go up to the Arctic
Ocean and skate," said Archie. What lovely ice
they must have up there! You could skate for
weeks and weeks."
In the dark!" said Dottie. You forget that
it is dark there all the winter, and so cold."
"Well, I suppose there is some ice, at least
enough to skate on in the spring or autumn.
Spitzbergen must be a nice skating ground, don't
you think so ?"
Not at all," replied Dottie; you're only
joking, of course. But, really and truly, Archie,
I don't think I shall skate to-day."
"Not skate! Why, what have you come for?
Of course you'll skate. Don't be a coward!"
"I'm not a coward," replied Dottie, "but I
don't know how. If I knew-"
"I'll teach you in five minutes, so come along.
Here we are; and there is old Clark, I believe,
standing by the pond."
"There are some people skating already," said
All the better," said Archie. Yes, there are
the Storeys."
In a few minutes the young Freshfields were
exchanging greetings and good wishes with their
friends, and Dottie was complimented upon her
courage in learning to skate.

I'll take care of you," said the good-natured
Miss Storey, the eldest of the family (who was
called The Attic Maiden" by her brothers because
she was the eldest, or the top, Storey")-" I'll
take care of you, Dottie."
So Dottie was persuaded to put on her new
skates and try to walk on the ice. But before she
had gone two yards from the bank up went her
heels, and she would have fallen backward but for
Miss Storey's support.
"I'm sure I never shall learn to skate," said
Dottie; "the ice is dreadfully slippery."
You are like Mr. Winkle," said Bella Storey;
"but try again-never mind a tumble or two."
"Why don't you get a chair?" said Arthur
Storey, coming up.
"Oh, I don't want to sit down yet," cried Dottie.
"I mean to push before you, and support your-
self," he replied, smiling. It's a first-rate way
to begin."
He skated off as he spoke and got a chair.
"Now," he said, do you push that before you,
and in five minutes you will skate like a Dutch
Dottie thought she would rather not look like
a Dutchwoman, but she tried the chair, as Mr.
Arthur Storey had suggested, and got on very well.
Meanwhile the boys were skating famously.


Archie was a very fair skater, and could cut a few
figures, and some of the others could do even
better, so a quadrille was danced, and then a race
was proposed.
Three times round the pond was to be the
course, and the winner was to touch the mill-
wheel at the farther end.
The wheel was not revolving of course, but if
Mr. Clark had heard what the boys proposed to
do he would have prevented them from skating
so near the wheel. Up at that end of the pond
the water ran in from the stream, and, though it
was frozen over, the ice was not thick, for the
running water continually wore it away at the
edge, and it had only lately been frozen at all.
Besides, the snow lay upon it, and it had become
rotten, as the thaw was setting in already.
But the boys did not pay any particular atten-
tion to the state of the ice at that point, and they
started for their race.
Arthur Storey was getting first of all, when he
tripped on a piece of ice, and Archie, who was
second, shot past him in a moment. On, on they
raced as fast as they could round and round the
point, and all the other skaters stopped to look at
"Archie will win," said Dottie. I am so glad."
"I think Arthur will win," said Miss Storey.

"He is the elder, you know; but I should be glad
if your brother does."
They watched the skaters anxiously; Archio
still kept in front, and now the last round was
begun. Skimming over the smooth ice he came
first and darted towards the great mill-wheel,
followed very closely by Arthur.
"Stop, stop!" roared the miller, who caught
sight of them as he came along. "Stop! the ice
is unsound up there."
But the boys did not hear, or if they did they
paid no attention to Mr. Clark. On they went to
touch the wheel. Archie was close to it when a
loud crack was heard, and a large piece of ice
sank down, and the poor lad was plunged into
the deep water.
Arthur had not time to stop, but being an
excellent skater he made a spring and jumped
right over Archie's head to the ice beyond. But
it also gave way, and he had only time to catch
the wheel when a great piece sank underneath
him also; but he did not lose his courage or
presence of mind.
Not far from the mill-wheel was a chain which
was stretched all across that end of the pond to
prevent any one who used the miller's little
boat in the summer from going too near the

Arthur saw this chain was close to Archie, and
lying loose upon the ice.
"If I can only get him to hold to that," he
thought, he will be safe."
Meantime Archie was keeping himself afloat,
and endeavouring in vain to climb up on the ice.
Whenever he leant upon it, it gave way and he
plunged in again. The cold, too, was very severe;
his limbs were quite benumbed, and he almost felt
that he must be drowned.
Two of the skaters came close to him, but could
not reach him.
"Break the ice with your elbows and make
your way to shore !" cried the miller.
"I cannot touch the bottom," gasped Archie.
" Do try to reach me that chain, for I cannot
support myself long."
The poor lad was then leaning both arms upon
the fragile ice, which cracked under them, and it
was evident that unless some of the young men
made a more determined effort to save him he
would be drowned.
But meantime the miller had rushed into his
house for a rope, and now appeared with it. Still
he was some distance off, and Archie would have
fared badly but for Arthur Storey, who, ignoring
the danger, lay down full length upon the ice, and
grasped his friend's hand to keep him up.
"Now, throw me that rope," he shouted.

The miller cast it before him over the ice in a
long coil. It came whizzing and curling across
the frozen surface, but was too short!
If Arthur let go, his friend would assuredly
sink, for he was nearly exhausted by the cold;
the miller approached, but the ice gave way
beneath him, and he narrowly escaped. Assistance
came from an unexpected quarter.
Dottie had been watching the attempts of her
brother to extricate himself, and was terrified to
perceive that he was growing so pale, and that he
was in such great danger. Without thinking of
the risk she was running she dragged off her
skates, and, rushing to the rope, seized it and
threw it around her brother's shoulders. Fortu-
nately her light weight did not cause any serious
fracture of the ice, and in another minute poor
Archie, nearly dead, and quite benumbed by the
cold, was dragged out upon the ice.
It was not far from that end of the pond to the
miller's house. Archie was at once carried in and
put to bed. Some warm, nice drink was given to
him, and while his clothes were being dried he lay
in the miller's bed. But Archie got very restless,
and at last so anxious to return that the miller
allowed him to get up. His clothes were nearly
dried, and at five o'clock Archie and Dottie set off
at a run for home.

and Dottie
S -were al.
most out of breath
: when they reached
the house, and they
,_ ran round by the
back way for fear
".--"-'- ,of meeting Mr.
SFreshfield, for they
were in such an untidy state. But Mr. Freshfield
happened to be in the wine cellar when they came
into the passage, and called Archie to help him to
stack some wine. He went as directed by his
father, who at once perceived how wet he was,
and asked the cause of his very untidy and dirty
Archie told his father what had happened and

how brave Dottie had been, and as he was relating
his adventures the warning dressing-bell rang for
There, we must go now," said Mr. Freshfield,
"and you ought to have changed your clothes.
You may come down after dinner, if you like, and
finish unpacking the wine."
Archie was delighted to do this. He was very
fond of helping his father in this or any other
way; and though he was not permitted to drink
wine there was no objection to his putting the
bottles in rows in the sawdust.
After dinner, when Dottie had been praised
and rewarded for her courageous conduct, Archie
got up.
Where are you going ?" asked Mrs. Freshfield.
"Down to the cellar. I am going to finish
packing the wine for papa," said Archie.
Very well; only be careful of your candle and
do not break anything."
Oh, I'll be careful," said Archie, you needn't
be afraid, mother."
"I should not be afraid of any one but you,"
she replied, smiling; "but you are a very careless
boy. Mind you do not light a candle, the gas in
the passage will give you quite light enough."
Very well, mother," said Archie as he left the
room, scarcely heeding what his mother had said.

He went downstairs and found the gas lighted,
but when he began to pack the wine in the bins
he found he could not see what the bottles con-
tained-he could not see the stamp on the corks.
"I shall never get the packing done at this
rate," thought Archie. "If I have to carry every
bottle out to the gas and back again, I may as
well light the candle; I can tell them I have done
so when I go upstairs."
Thus Archie quieted his conscience for his dis-
obedience. He ought to have gone upstairs first
and asked permission.
So he lighted the candle, which he stuck not
too firmly in the small bracket overhead, and
then set to work.
"I'm sure I shall get on splendidly now," he
said to himself; "papa will not mind my using
the candle."
He worked very hard for some time, and forgot
all about the candle. He had just finished when
the bell rang for tea, but Archie made up his
mind to finish the packing, and did not go up
When he did go upstairs he found the tea cold
and nobody in the room. Dottie was with her
mother in the nursery, and Mr. Freshfield was in
the library. So Archie lay down upon the sofa,
and being very tfred was soon asleep.

He was aroused by his mother, who came in at
ten o'clock.
"Why, Archie, you here and asleep Go up at
once, you ought to have been in bed half-an-hour
Archie got up, half asleep, and having kissed
his mother walked slowly up to bed, looking into
the library as he passed to bid his father good-
He was soon asleep, and before long all the
household had retired to rest. Dottie was in bed
before Archie, but she could not sleep. She kept
thinking of the events of the day. She heard
Archie come up to bed, and called him to kiss her
good-night. She heard the servants locking and
bolting the doors, then her father and mother
retired, and the house was quiet at last.
The clock struck twelve. Dottie counted the
loud strokes as they rang out through the house
from the upright old clock at the corner of the
landing. Twelve! Seven hours more before she
would be able to get up, and she could not sleep.
She tried to count five hundred, but something
tickled her shoulder, and then her back, and then
her knee. Then the floor cracked and startled
her, and the clock struck the half-hour. Only
half-past twelve. How many minutes were there
till seven o'clock ? She tried to count, and in

counting she must have fallen asleep. She must
have fallen asleep, I say, because when she next
heard the clock it struck two, and Dottie sat up.
There was something moving beside her in the
bed. It came close to her face. There was the
hot breath of something. What could it be ? She
was afraid to put out her hand at first, and her
heart began to beat very fast; but Dottie remem-
bered that God could and would protect her from
any danger, so she felt less frightened and put
her hand towards the moving thing. It was soft
and warm, and as soon as Dottie touched it she
knew it was Tottie the cat, which had crept into
her room.
Poor kitty," said Dottie, lie down and'go to
sleep. I wonder why you came upstairs to-night.
Lie down, pussie."
But Tottie would not. She began to mew and
moved about in a very restless way, till Dottie did
not know what else to do but to carry her out of
the room. So she got up, and with the cat in her
arms went out upon the landing.
What was the matter ?
There was something wrong. No sooner had
Dottie got outside than she perceived a curious
smell, very faint but very decided.
It was like burning wood!
Dottie smelt it plainly now.


Without any longer hesitation she rushed into
the next room. Archie was fast asleep, but she
awoke him in an instant.
"Archie, Archie!" she cried, shaking him
roughly, "there is a fire."
What !" said Archie sleepily -" a fire!
Where ?"
"In the house," cried Dottie. Get up, quick."
"Do you mean that our house is on fire ?" said
Archie, now thoroughly awake and alarmed.
Yes, yes," cried his sister, shivering with cold
and nervousness. "It's downstairs."
My goodness!" exclaimed Archie as he jumped
up. "I never put the cellar candle out !"
"You never lit it, did you ?" cried Dottie.
" Mother said you were not to !"
"But I did," cried Archie, who was now in a
terrible fright. "Oh! what shall I do-what shall
I do ?" And he began to cry.
Get up at once and run and tell papa. We
may do some good. Don't be a silly and sit crying
there. That will not put the fire out."
She ran away and awoke the nurses. Archie
woke his father and mother.
In a few moments Mr. Freshfield was up and
dressed. His wife ran into the nursery for the
baby, while Mr. Freshfield hurried downstairs
with Dottie in his arms. Archie soon joined him.

Oh, papa," cried the boy, the fire is all my
fault. I--"
"Go and call the gardener," interrupted Mr.
Freshfield, and send him on Jenny' to get the
Archie was off as quickly as he could. Mean-
time his father hurried downstairs and woke the
coachman, and told him to get the mare ready,
then he went along the corridor and found that
the wine cellar was full of flame, which was
already bursting through a small window which
opened into the kitchen.
Bring me buckets of water," cried Mr. Fresh-
field to the terrified servants. "Quick, quick !"
They did as they were told, and in a few minutes
Mr. Freshfield was throwing a good quantity of
water upon the burning straw and sawdust. The
groom and coachman rode away as hard as they
could for assistance.
Archie had not been idle either. He was ter-
ribly alarmed when he saw the consequences of
his disobedience, and fancied that the whole of
the wing of the house would be burned down. As
he crossed the garden he recollected the long
watering hose, and thinking this might be of use
with the hand pump belonging to it, he carried it
into the passage, and managed to keep a stream
of water pouring into the cellar.

Well done, Archie," cried his father. Archie
felt quite ashamed of himself when he heard
himself praised, but worked harder than ever,
deluging the cellar door and the walls on each
side, and though they could not put the fire out
they managed to confine it to the cellars. The
thick stone bins and the old door resisted the fire
stoutly, but many bottles were cracked and the
wine caught fire and burnt furiously. At last the
flames burst into the front kitchen, and all hope
of saving that part of the house was over. Long
tongues of flame shot up, and the spirit in the
wine burnt fiercely and more fierce.
Tell your mother to pack up all she can and
be off," cried Mr. Freshfield to Archie. "We
cannot save the east wing. Run up and take the
pictures from the dining-room. The plate is safe,
I suppose, Charles ?"
Yes, sir," replied the butler. I took it up
to your dressing-room, sir."
All right," replied Mr. Freshfield. Ah, here
come the engines, and not too soon."
Fortunately the great cisterns yielded a good
supply of water to commence with, for the pond
was frozen, and some time elapsed before the ice
was broken up. But the engines got to work
quickly, and there was some hope of saving the
east wing.

We must have the wine out or we shall never
get the fire under," said one of the men. "Is
there much in the cellar, sir ?"
No, very little, fortunately," replied Mr. Fresh-
field. I should think it had nearly burnt itself
out by this time."
How did it catch fire ?" inquired the man.
"I cannot say," replied Mr. Freshfield. "Oh,
Archie, you said something abbut it. Was there
any light ? You didn't light the candle, I sup-
pose ?"
Archie hung his head in shame and terror.
Did you light the candle ?" cried Mr. Fresh-
field. "Come, sir, tell the truth."
"I did," muttered Archie; and-oh father,
I am so sorry -pray forgive me-oh, please,
please forgive me !"
Well, but, after all, the candle would not have
burnt the cellar," said the fireman good-naturedly,
" unless you left it burning; then indeed---"
No; and I do not suppose even my forgetful
son would be quite such a stupid. He has been
very disobedient, however, and- "
"But I did," cried Archie, falling on his knees.
"I left the candle-I remember it all now-you
may kill me if you like-I deserve it."
Mr. Freshfield looked at his son, and then
calling Charles, said to him-


I. ___________________________________ __________

Lock Master Archie up in the library till I
can see him, and bring me the key."
Archie was led away to the other end of the
house, while the firemen and a number of farm-
labourers and others who had arrived endeavoured
to arrest the progress of the fire.
It was daylight before the flames were con-
quered, and all that remained of the dining-
rooms and kitchens was a black mass of charred
wood and numerous blackened and dripping walls.
The cellar was quite burnt out, and some dozens
of wine had been consumed. The lighted candle
had fallen into the straw, and of course the flames
at once gained a hold.
But it was to the cat that their discovery was
due, and this is the explanation. It appeared
that Tottie had been sleeping in the back kitchen,
and had been aroused by the stifling smoke. She
at once ran upstairs, and by instinct made her way
into Dottie's room through the nursery, the door
of which had been left open.
Thus Dottie and Tottie had been instrumental
in saving the house from destruction; but the
room above the kitchen and the walls outside
were much injured by the fire and water
Mr. and Mrs. Freshfield praised Dottie very
highly for her bravery, and every one agreed that
Tottie deserved to be rewarded too. So a beautiful

morocco leather collar and a bell were purchased
and fastened round Tottie's neck in remembrance
of that night, and the cat became a greater pet
than ever.
Archie was severely punished, not only by his
conscience and by the sense of all the ruin his
disobedience had caused, but by his father. He
did not attempt to hide his fault, and this fact
pleaded in his favour, but he was at once sent
away from home to a very strict school.
Dottie was praised for her courage as she de-
served, but she would gladly have given up all
the rewards she obtained if Archie had not been
punished. But she soon went back to school,
and until after Midsummer she would not again
return home for the holidays.


0 Archie went to school,
and he remained away
for a whole year! The
A school was in Germany, and the
poor boy did not come home
even for the next Christmas, as
he caught an attack of diph-
theria which very nearly proved
fatal. Mr. and Mrs. Freshfield
hurried away to see him, and when he got better
took him to a watering-place for change of air;
and Dottie was left alone for some portion of her
holidays that Christmas.
She still had her dear Tottie for a companion,
and that olever cat, I must tell you, had by this
time got kittens-" the dearest, prettiest, nicest,
little kitties," Dottie said, that any pussie ever


Tottie&was extremely fond of her kittens, which
were allowed to live for some time as Mr. and
Mrs. Freshfield were away; but when they came
home and found three cats, Mrs. Freshfield imme-
diately gave orders for two of them to be given
away or otherwise disposed of.
"Oh! mamma," exclaimed Dottie, "you are
never going to kill poor Tottie's children ? How
cruel of you!"
My dear child," said Mrs. Freshfield, "we
cannot have three cats in the house, particularly
as Archie will bring home a dog which he has
purchased. We should have terrible fights."
"Oh, I can't have Tottie annoyed by a dog,
mamma. How unkind of Archie !"
"Nonsense, dear. You have your pet and he
wishes to keep oue .iio. I daresay pussie and the
pup will get on very well together."
"And you won't take away the dear little kittens,
mamma, will you ? You wouldn't like your chil-
dren taken from you. Suppose Archie had been
killed by that illness, you would have been very
unhappy, and so will Tottie when you take her
"Cats, my dear Dottie, do not think of their
children as we do. Tottie is very much attached
to her kittens, no doubt, but she will soon forget
them; and suppose others come, why we shall

have the house full of cats. No, dear; you are a
kind-hearted little girl, but we cannot keep these
"May I keep one then ?" said Dottie.
Yes, dear, until it can help itself, and then
you can give it to Robert to kill the mice in the
Soon after this conversation Dottie returned to
school, and did not come home until the Mid-
summer holidays.
Meantime Archie had come back from Ger-
many, and was now a fine handsome boy, very
much improved, and promised to grow up a great
He went down to meet Dottie at the station,
and she was astonished to see such a great boy
waiting for her. She jumped into his arms and
kissed him very affectionately two or three times,
greatly to the amusement of some people in the
"Why, Archie, you are a man now, I declare.
You'll have whiskers soon, won't you ?"
Oh, I suppose they'll come in time," said
Archie, feeling his chin. "But you are grown
too, Dottie. Not a bit altered. Just the same
dear little sister as ever."
I am so glad you've come back, Archie," said
Dottie as they drove homeward. Won't we have

fun in the fields! We can go into Farmer Johnson's
meadows, and you'll be able to fish all down the
stream this year, and-"
"Ah! that's all very nice," said Archie, pre-
tending to be very melancholy; "but we can't do
that; we're going to leave!"
"Going to leave Leave our home! Oh,
Archie, who says so?"
Father says so, and mother, and the servants
all say so. I'm rather glad!"
"Glad! Glad to leave our dear old home! Oh!
I am so sorry!" and Dottie's eyes filled with tears
which she could not repress.
Come, cheer up, Dottie," said Archie. It's
not for ever, you know; only for a time !"
"But I don't want to go! I had made up my
mind for such fun these holidays. The picnics in
the wood and the dance in the barn as we used to
have. I don't care for my holidays at all now!"
said Dottie mournfully.
"It is a shame to tease you," said Archie, seeing
that his sister was quite distressed at the thought
of leaving home. "I'll tell you a secret, Dottie;
shall I?"
"Oh! if you like," said Dottie. I don't care
for secrets if we are going away! How is darling
Tottie and her kitten ?-tell me that."
"Quite well," replied Archie. The kitten is


now a great cat, and caught two mice yesterday.
But now, Dottie, I have a beautiful secret, and
you will be so pleased, I know."
"Oh! what is it ? Something very nice ?"
"Yes, bee-u-ti-ful; the most lovely thing that
ever could happen. Guess !"
"Oh, dear! Is it a new baby F" said Dottie.
"No; better than that, ever so much," replied
Archie somewhat scornfully. It's what we are
going to do. Listen-
HOLIDAYS There, what do you think of that ?"
"Oh, Archie, is it true ? Not really! When do
we start? What fun! It will be splendid! I
love the sea!"
"What, and leave home, Dottie!" said Archie,
"Oh, but that is different. We shall come back
again; but the sea! oh, joy, joy, joy! Here we
are at home. There's mother and all of them.
Let me out, Archie !"
Dottie jumped from the carriage almost before
it stopped, and was in her mother's arms in a
"When do we go to the sea, mamma ?" was
the first question she asked.
Has Archie told the great secret already? On
Monday, dear, your papa thinks."

Splendid! May we take Tottie, too ?"
"I think not," replied Mrs. Freshfield. "But
we shall see. Come upstairs, now. Lunch is
nearly ready."
Mr. Freshfield returned to lunch, and they were
a very happy party. Tottie came up to Dottie's
room almost as soon as the little girl arrived, and
was kissed and petted. In reply to which affec-
tionate treatment pussie purred loudly, rubbed
herself against Dottie's dress, and held her tail
so high that you would almost have thought
some invisible hand was pulling her up by it.
Then Dottie and Tottie came down to lunch to-
gether, and they were a merry party that after-
noon, I can tell you.
It seems a very little time now since I went
away," said Dottie. "But in reality it is five
whole months. How quickly time passes !"
Yes," said her father, and the holidays will
pass quickly, too."
Oh, I hope not. I am delighted to think of
the sea. We shall have a boat, shan't we, papa ?"
Of course," chimed in Archie; and we'll fish,
"Where are we going to, papa-Folkestone ?"
"Oh, dear, no," replied Mrs. Preshfield; "much
farther off than that."
,, I vou know, Arehie ?" said Dottie. I

daresay dear Tottie knows; don't you, pussie
darling ?"
Tottie purred and blinked her eyes as she was
spoken to, and then got up from the rug and made
her back quite like an arch and yawned. Then
springing into Dottie's lap she curled herself up
and went to sleep.
"I wish I could take her to the sea, mamma, it
would do her good. But where are we going to ?"
To North Wales, my dear," said her father.
" It is a long journey, certainly, but I have never
been there, and the air will set Archie up again."
We shall have a house to ourselves near the
sea, shall we not, papa ?" said Archie. And we
can climb the mountains," he added.
"Indeed you cannot, Archie," exclaimed his
mother; I will not have any tricks of that sort."
Father said we might," persisted Archie, "if
he went too, that is."
"That's quite a different thing," replied Mrs.
Freshfield as she rose from table.
For the next few days packing was carried on
briskly. The house was already let for two
months, and for that period the children would
be down by the sea, gaining health and strength
on the lovely Welsh coast.
The children were delighted, and they got up
early to see if the day were fine. Even little


Alfred was perfectly happy when he was told he
should have some new shells. He was three years
old then, and a great pet. Such a great, fat, little
fellow for his age, and very good-tempered. He
and Tottie were great friends, and sometimes the
cat would climb up on his shoulder as he ate his
bread and milk. She never scratched him, and
he never teased her or pulled her tail.
So all were very happy on Monday morning
when the carriage came round to take them to
the station. The luggage had gone on before in
a cart.
There was only one little cloud upon the party.
Dottie for a moment or two was sorry to part with
her pet, but she had made great friends with
Archie's dog Rollo, a Newfoundland, which was
of the party, and so the cloud soon passed off,
and all were bright and happy


1- |I I HE long railway journey was
....: 0* '1 accomplished in safety, and
I th" evening was closing in when
the train stopped at a small sta-
:-_-B_,-. tion close to the sea, but nb
,*-,"-;- houses were visible from the
"L-;.- platform.
The children were very much
surprised, and Dottie said-
I don't see our lodgings. I hope we have not
come to the wrong place, Archie."
Not likely," he replied. "Depend upon it,
father knows all about it. Look, here's another
train. Do we get into this, mother ?"
Yes," replied Mrs. Freshfield. In a few
minutes we shall reach our destination."
They got into the other train and soon alighted
once again. Then the luggage was taken out, a

fly was procured, and at eight o'clock they entered
their lodgings facing the sea.
How lovely this will be when there is a moon
shining!" cried Dottie. "You shall go and see
the pretty sea to-morrow, Alfy dear."
And pick up sells," added little Alfred, and
fiss !"
Anything you can find, my boy," cried Archie.
"I say, mother, I'm hungry. Isn't there a supper,
or a high tea, or something of that kind ?"
By the time they had taken off their dusty
dresses, and changed their boots, and made them-
selves tidy, supper was ready, and after a pleasant
and hearty meal they went to bed very tired, but
anticipating great fun on the following day.
Archie was up very early next morning, and
was out with his dog before any of the others
were dressed. He sauntered down to the beach
and got into conversation with an old fisherman,
who told him some curious facts about the sea,
and how vessels were frequently wrecked on the
low rocks beyond the headland, and the old
mariner finished by inquiring whether Archie did
not require a boat.
"Not at present," Archie replied. Then a few
more inquiries were made; some of the distant
mountains, including Snowdon, were identified,
and then Archie returned to breakfast.

I say, Dottie, I know a great deal about this
place. There's a lovely big rock far out, and the
fisherman said that at low water we can walk right
out to it. Shall we?"
"Oh, yes !" exclaimed Dottie; and we can
play Robinson Crusoe. That will be capital!"
"Two people can't be Robinson Crusoe!" re-
torted Archie. Let's be the' Family Robinson,'
I vote, and take Alfy and Rollo."
He's too young," said Dottie. "We can go
together with the dog at low water, at any rate
to try."
"What are you two planning ?" said Mrs.
Freshfield; for when she perceived Dottie and
Archie in whispered conversation she was sure
that some new mischief, or some adventure, was
in prospect.
Only an expedition on the rocks," said Archie.
"We are going to take Rollo for a run and a
swim. He was so delighted with the sea this
Recollect we dine early here," continued Mrs.
Freshfield. "You can have some lunch at twelve
if you require it, but we dine at three o'clock."
"Where are you going, mother ?" asked Dottie.
Your father and I are going to call upon some
old friends who are staying near here. Now, mind
you do not get into mischief, Archie. I am rather


afraid to let you two go alone. Dottie, make him
be cautious."
"I will look after him, never fear," replied
You, indeed !" cried Archie. You want look-
ing after a great deal more than I do. Come
along, Dottie, the tide's going out, remember."
They ran off laughing together, the dog barking
joyously before them, and turning round fre-
quently to see whether they were coming; then
he dashed down into the water, and as the wave
curled up he ran back. The water tasted salt to
poor Rollo, and he did not understand it.
But he soon found out all about it, at any rate,
to his satisfaction, and splashed about delightedly.
Archie and Dottie watched him and sent him in
frequently after pieces of stick or stones ; but at
length they made their way along the beach to
the ridge of rocks which rose black and threaten-
ing underneath the headland.
What a lovely day for a scramble; there are
no waves to splash us," cried Dottie. "Let us go
right round the corner."
"Of course," replied Archie, "and we'll climb
up the headland yonder, and picnic on the top."
On the young people went. The hot sun,
dancing upon the salt water, already began to
burn their cheeks and to spoil Dottie's com-

plexion. Leaping from rock to rock, like young
chamois, they quickly reached the corner, and
came in view of the open sea. Here the cliff rose
up perpendicularly, and the waves broke crisply
upon the rocks.
We can't climb up there," said Dottie, as she
strained her neck up to watch the sea-birds. It
is like a wall."
Never mind," said Archie," we can get round
the corner, and then we can easily find a way up,
I'm sure."
They scrambled on and soon passed the corner
without knowing it. At last Dottie said-
"I think we had better go back. We can
never get all round the head before the tide
"I'd forgotten about that," replied Archie;
"why didn't you remind me ? It's past low
water time now," he added, looking at his watch.
" Why it's twelve o'clock, and high water is at
We had better return, or climb up the head-
land and eat our lunch."
Yes, let us lunch first. Here goes."
As he spoke Archie turned to the cliff, and by
steady climbing he not only succeeded in reaching
a green spot some fifty feet above the beach, but
he assisted Dottie and placed her panting by


his side upon the grass. Rollo got up quickly,
nd lay down with his tongue out, breathing
"There!" gasped Archie, somewhat out of
breath. "There! That's a famous climb. The
tide may come in and do what it likes now-eh,
Dottie ?"
"I suppose it could splash us up here, couldn't
it?" she said. "Never mind, let us eat our lunch.
We are like shipwrecked people on the coast, and
must wait until assistance arrives."
"I don't see a ship anywhere," said Archie,
shading his eyes with his hand. Never mind,
something will turn up to rescue us; it always
does in books, you know, and I quite expect to
hear a gun round the point."
"The sun is not so bright as it was. Look at
those long fleecy clouds. There, I've finished.
Now, Archie, what shall we do ?"
"Wait a little to rest, and then we can climb
over the cliff home. We can't go by the rocks.
Look at the tide."
Dottie looked at the sea, which had become
very rough, the waves dashed up against the
black ridges, and splashed with foam even the
base of the cliff upon which the young explorers
were seated.
"The wind is rising, I think. We shall have

a beautiful sea to-night. The waves come right
in from the ocean. Won't it be jolly ?"
"Not if we are here," replied Dottie. "Come.
What's that? That's a gun. It's round the
Archie jumped up. "It can't really be a gun.

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I'll climb up higher and see." He left his sister
and scrambled up to the top of the cliff. Just
then another dull roar was heard. The boy
reached the top and looked over.
Far below him, almost perpendicularly, was the
wooden railroad viaduct across an estuary, up

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