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The Admiral's caravan
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Carryl, Charles E ( Charles Edward ), 1841-1920
Birch, Reginald Bathurst, 1856-1943 ( Illustrator )
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Bldn -- 1892
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"Copyright, 1891, 1892..."--t.p. verso.
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Includes dedication, in verse; table of contents; list of illustrations.
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by Charles E. Carryl ... ; with illustrations by Reginald B. Birch.

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“THE ADMIRAL, MAKING A DESPERATE ATTEMPT TO GET A VIEW OF HIS LEGS
THROUGH HIS SPY-GLASS.”



THE
ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

BY

CHARLES E. CARRYL

AUTHOR OF ‘‘DAVY AND THE GOBLIN”

WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY”
REGINALD B. BIRCH



NEW YORK

THE CENTURY CO.
1892



CoPYRIGHT, 1891, 1892, BY THE CENTURY Co.

THE DE VINNE PRESS



TO CONSTANCE

SwEET CHATTERBOX, ’T IS THOU THAT HAST BEGUILED

My FANCY, AS IT DREW THE LITTLE CHILD

WHo IN THESE PAGES LIVES; HER GENTLE WAYS

ARE BUT THE REFLEX OF THY ROUND OF DAYS.

THE TRIP OF SYLLABLE I HELD 80 DEAR,

AND ALL THY SMALL REMARKS, ARE TREASURED HERE —
CHARMED BY THE ALCHEMY OF LOVE TO STAY

THE WHILE THY BLISSFUL CHILDHOOD SLIPS AWAY.

KIND LITTLE HEART, THAT KNOWS NO SELFISH THOUGHT,
READ HERE THE TALE THAT THOU, THYSELF, HAST WROUGHT!







CONTENTS

CHAPTER I
DoRoTHY AND THE ADMIRAL

CHAPTER II
Toe Ferry TO NOWHERE ©

CHAPTER IIT
Tur CRUISE OF THE SIDEBOARD

CHAPTER IV
TREE-TOP COUNTRY
CHAPTER V
Bos Scaruer’s GARDEN
CHAPTER VI

- In tHe Toy-sHop

CHAPTER VII
Troe Sone In THE DELL .

CHAPTER VIII
SomETHING ABOUT THE CAMEL .

CHAPTER IX
Tor Camet’s CoMPLAINT .

CHAPTER X

THE Sizinc TowEr

CHAPTER XI
Tur Danoina ANIMALS

CHAPTER XII

THe Caravan Comes Home

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GhOCK ye ey ee eens 2G

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“Tym SIDEBOARD SLOWLY FLOATED ALONG THROUGH THIS
STRANGE FOREST ”

DOROTHY MAKES A CALL IN THE TREE-TOP COUNTRY .
THE EXTRAORDINARY Post-CapTain ...... .47 and
“Fig DID A LITTLE FIFING ON THE EDGES OF THE NOTE” .

“Qrp PETER CAUGHT THE PIRATE, AND HE TOOK HIM BY
THE NECK”

“He WAS WALKING ABOUT WITH HIS HANDS IN HIS WAIST-
COAT-POCKETS” .

“THERE WERE PLANTS LOADED DOWN WITH LITTLE PINAFORES,
AND SHRUBS WITH SMALL SHOES GROWING ALL OVER
THEM ”

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“Ton HIGHLANDER, WITH HIS USUAL BAD LUCK, HAD PUT
ON HIS SUNBONNET BACKWARD” .

“¢Vou KNOW YOUR SIZE DOES COME IN DOZENS, ASSORTED,’
CONTINUED THE JACK”

“HE SAILED AWAY UNDER THE BRIDGE” .

“SHB FOUND IT RATHER TRYING TO HER NERVES, AT FIRST,
TO MEET WITH RABBITS AS BIG AS HORSES ”

“ To BE CHATTERED AT BY SQUIRRELS A HEAD TALLER
THAN SHE HERSELF WAS” . .

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AND THE NEXT MOMENT SHE WAS DANCING IN THE
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“By THIS TIME THEY WERE RUNNING SO FAST THAT SHE
COULD HARDLY KEEP UP WITH THEM” ....... . 185

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CHAPTER I

DOROTHY AND THE ADMTRAL

Tue Blue Admiral Inn stood on the edge of the
shore, with its red brick walls, and its gabled roof,
and the old willow-trees that overhung it, all reflected
in the quiet water as if the harbor had been a great
mirror lying upon its back in the sun. This made it
a most attractive place to look at. Then there were
crisp little dimity curtains hanging in the windows of





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the coffee-room and giving great promise of tidiness |
and comfort within, and this made it a most delightful
place to think about. And then there was a certain
suggestion of savory cooking in the swirl of the smoke
that came out of the tall, old-fashioned chimneys, and
this made it a most difficult place to stay away from.
In fact, if any ships had chanced to come into the
little harbor, I believe everybody on board of them,
from the captains down to the cabin-boys, would have
scrambled into the boats the moment the anchors were
down and pulled away for the Blue Admiral Inn.
But, so far as ships were concerned, the harbor was
as dead as a door-nail, and poor old Uncle Porticle, who
kept the inn, had long ago given up all idea of expect-
ing them, and had fallen into a melancholy habit of
standing in the little porch that opened on the village
street, gazing first to the right and then to the left,
and lastly at the opposite side of the way, as if he had
a fait hope that certain seafaring men were about to
steal a march upon him from the land-side of the town.
And Dorothy, who was a lonely little child, with no
‘one in the world to care for but Uncle Porticle, had
also fallen into a habit of sitting on the step of the
porch by way of keeping him company; and here



DOROTHY AND THE ADMIRAL 13

they passed many quiet hours together, with the big
robin hopping about in his cage, and with the Admiral
himself, on his pedestal beside the porch, keeping watch
and ward over the fortunes of the inn.

Now the Admiral was only
a yard high, and was made of
wood into the bargain; but he
was a fine figure of a man for
all that, being dressed in a
very beautiful blue coat (as
befitted his name) and ca-
nary-colored knee-breeches,and
wearing a fore-and-aft hat
rakishly perched on the back
of his head. On the other
hand, he had sundry stray
cracks in the calves of his
legs, and was badly battered





about the nose; but, after all,
this only gave him a certain
weather-beaten appearance as
if he had been around the

world any number of times

THE ADMIRAL.



in all sorts of company; and



14 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

for as long as Dorothy could remember he had been
standing on his pedestal beside the porch, enjoying
the sunshine and defying the rain, as a gallant officer



should, and earnestly gazing at the
opposite side of the street through a
spy-glass.

Now, what the Admiral was star-
ing at was a mystery. He might, for
instance, have been looking at the
wooden Highlander that stood at the
door of Mr. Pendle’s instrument-shop,
for nothing more magnificent than this
particular Highlander could possibly
be imagined. His clothes were of
every color of the rainbow, and he
had silver buckles on his shoes, and



brass buttons on his coat, and he was
varnished to such an extent that you
could hardly look at him without
winking. Then his hair and his whiskers were so red,

. THE HIGHLANDER.

and his legs were so pink and so fat and so lifelike, that
_ it.seemed as if you could almost hear him speak; and,
what was more, he had been standing for years at the
door of the shop, proudly holding up a preposterous :





DOROTHY AND THE ADMIRAL 15

wooden watch that gave half-past three as the correct
time at all hours of the day and night. In fact, it
would have been no great wonder if the Admiral had.
stared at him to the end of his days.

Then there was Sir Walter Rosettes, a long-bodied
little man in a cavalier’s
cloak, with a ruff about his
neck and enormous rosettes
on his shoes, who stood
on a pedestal at old Mrs.
Peevy’s garden gate, offer-
ing an imitation tobacco-
plant, free of charge, as
it were, to any one who
would take the trouble of
carrying it home. This bold



device was intended to call

attention to the fact that .
Mrs. Peevy kept a tobacco-shop in the front parlor of
her little cottage behind the hollyhock bushes, the

announcement being backed up by the spectacle of

SIR WALTER ROSETTES.

three pipes arranged in a tripod in the window, and
by the words “ Smokers’ Emporium” displayed in gold
letters on the glass; and, by the way, Dorothy knew



16 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

perfectly well who tis little man was, as somebody
had taken the trouble of writing his name with a lead-
pencil on his pedestal just below the toes of his shoes.

And lastly there was old Mrs. Peevy herself, who
might be seen at any hour of the day, sitting at the
door of her cottage, fast asleep in the shade of her big
cotton umbrella with the Chinese mandarin for a han-
dle. She was n’t much to look at, perhaps, but there
was no‘way of getting at the Admiral’s taste im such
matters, so he stared through his spy-glass year in and
year out, and nobody was any the wiser.

Now from sitting so much in the porch and turning
these things over in her mind, Dorothy had come to
know the Admiral and the Highlander and Sir Walter
Rosettes as well as she could possibly know persons
who did n’t know her, and who could n't have spoken
to her if they had known her; but nothing came of the
acquaintance until a certain Christmas eve. Of course,
nobody knew better than Dorothy what Christmas eve
should be like. The snow should be falling softly, and
just enough should come down to cover up the pave-
ments and make the streets look beautifully white and
clean, and to edge the trees and the lamp-posts and

the railings as if they were trimmed with soft lace;

Seale





DOROTHY AND THE ADMIRAL 17

and just enough to tempt children to come out, and
not so much as to keep grown people at home—in fact,
just enough for Christmas eve, and not a bit more.

Then the streets should be full of people hurrying
along and all carrying plenty of parcels; and the win-
dows should be very gay with delightful wreaths of
greens, and bunches of holly with plenty of scarlet ber-
ries on them, and the greengrocers should have little
forests of assorted hemlock-trees on the sidewalks in
front of their shops, and everything should be as cheer-
ful and as bustling as possible. |

And, if you liked, there might be just a faint smell
of cooking floating about in the air, but this was not
important by any means, as it might happen at any
time.

Well, all these good old-fashioned things came to pass
on this particular Christmas eve except the snow; and
in place of that there came a soft, warm rain which
was all very well in its way, except that, as Dorothy
said, “It did n’t belong on Christmas eve.” And just
at nightfall she went out into the porch to smell the
rain, and to see how Christmas matters generally were
getting on in the wet; and she was watching the people
hurrying by, and trying to fancy what was in the mys-

3 es



18 _ THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

terious-looking parcels they were carrying so carefully
under their umbrellas, when she suddenly noticed that
the toes of the Admiral’s shoes were turned sideways
on his pedestal, and looking up at him she saw that
he had tucked his spy-glass under his arm, and was
gazing down backward at his legs with an air of great
concern.

This was so startling that Dorothy almost jumped
out of her shoes, and she was just turning to run back
into the house when the Admiral caught sight of her,
and called out excitedly, “Cracks in my legs!”—and
then stared hard at her as if demanding some sort of
an explanation of this extraordinary state of affairs.

Dorothy was dreadfully frightened, but she was a
very polite little girl, and would have answered the
town pump if it had spoken to her; so she swallowed |
down a great lump that had come up into her throat,
and said, as respectfully as she could, “I’m very sorry,
sir. I suppose it must be becatse they are so very
old.” ;

“Old!” exclaimed the Admiral, thaking a desperate
attempt to get a view of his legs through his spy-glass.
“Why, they ’re no older than J am”; and, upon think-
ing it over, this seemed so very true that Dorothy felt





DOROTHY AND THE ADMIRAL 19

quite ashamed of her
remark and stood
looking at him in a
rather foolish way.

“Try again,” said
the Admiral, with a
patronizing air.

“No,” said Doro-
thy, gravely shaking
her head, “I’m sure
I don’t know any
other reason; only it
seems rather strange,
you know, that you’ve
never even seen them
before.”

“Tf you mean my
legs,” said: the Ad-
miral, “of course I’ve
seen them before—





“THE ADMIRAL, MAKING A DESPERATE ATTEMPT TO
. GET A VIEW OF HIS LEGS THROUGH HIS SPY-GLASS.””

lots of times. But I ’ve never seen ’em behind. That

is,” he added by way of explanation. “I ’ve never seen

’em behind before.”

‘“‘But I mean the cracks,” said Dorothy, with a faint



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smile. You see she was beginning to feel a little ac-
quainted with the Admiral by this time, and the con-
versation did n’t seem to be quite so solemn as it had
been when he first began talking.

“Then you should say ‘seen ’em before behind,’” said
the Admiral. “That ’s where they ’ve always been, you
know.”

Dorothy did n’t know exactly what reply to make to
this remark; but she thought she ought to say some-
thing by way of helping along the conversation, so she



began, “I suppose it ’s kind of ” and here she
stopped to think of the word she wanted.

“Kind of what?” said the Admiral severely.

“Kind of—cripplesome, is n’t it?” said Dorothy
rather confusedly.

“ Cripplesome ?” exclaimed the Admiral. “Why,
that ’s no word for it. It’s positively decrepitoo-
dle——” here he paused for a moment and got ex-
tremely red in the face, and then finished up with
“___Joodelarious,” and stared hard at her again, as if
inquiring what she thought of that.

“ Goodness!” said Dorothy, drawing a long breath,
“what a word!”

“Well, it 7s rather a word,” said the Admiral with a



DOROTHY AND THE ADMIRAL 21

very satisfied air. ‘“ You see, it means about everything

that can happen to a person’s legs ——” but just here

his remarks came abruptly to an end, for as he was
strutting about on his pedestal, he suddenly slipped off
the edge of it and came to the ground flat on his back.

Dorothy gave a little scream of dismay; but the Ad-

miral, who did n’t appear to be in the least disturbed

by this accident, sat
up and gazed about
with a complacent
smile. Then, getting
on his feet, he took
a pipe out of his
pocket, and lit it
with infinite relish;
and having turned up
his coat-collar by way
of keeping the rest
of his clothes dry,
he started off down
the street without



“THE ADMIRAL SAT UP AND GAZED ABOUT WITH A
COMPLACENT SMILE.”’

another word. The people going by had all disap-
peared in the most unaccountable manner, and Dor-
othy could see him quite plainly as he walked along,



OO Nis THE ADMIRAL'’S CARAVAN

tacking from one side of the street to the other with
a strange rattling noise, and blowing little puffs of
smoke into the air like a shabby little steam-tug going
to sea in a storm.

Now all this was extremely exciting, and. Dorothy,
quite forgetting the rain, ran down the street a little
way so as to keep the Admiral in sight. “It’s pre-
cisely like a doll going traveling all by itself,” she
exclaimed as she ran along. “How he rattles! I sup-
pose that ’s his little cracked legs—and goodness gra-
cious, how he smokes!” she added, for by this time
the Admiral had fired up, so to speak, as if he were
bound on a long journey,. and was blowing out such
clouds of smoke that he presently quite shut himself
out from view. The smoke smelt somewhat like burnt
feathers, which, of course, was not very agreeable, but
the worst of it was that when Dorothy turned to run
home again she discovered that she could n’t see her
way back to the porch, and she was feeling about for
it with her hands stretched out, when the smoke sud-
denly cleared away and she found that the inn, and Mr.
Pendle’s shop, and Mrs. Peevy’s cottage had all disap-
peared like a street in a pantomime, and that she was

standing quite-alone before a strange little stone house.





CHAPTER II
THE FERRY TO NOWHERE

THE rain had stopped, and the moon was shining
through the breaking clouds, and as Dorothy looked up
at the little stone house she saw that it had an arch-
way through it with “rerry” in large letters on the
wall above it. Of course she had no idea of going by
herself over a strange ferry; but she was an extremely
curious little girl, as you will presently see, and so she
immediately ran through the archway to see. what the
ferry was like and where it took people, but, to her
surprise, instead of coming out at the water side, she
came into a strange, old-fashioned-looking street as
crooked as it could possibly be, and lined on both sides
by tall houses with sharply peaked roofs looming up
against the evening sky.

There was no one in sight but a stork. He was a
very tall stork with red legs, and wore a sort of paper
bag on his head with “FERRYMAN” written across .the
front of it; and as Dorothy appeared he held out one



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of his claws and said, “ Fare, please,” in quite a matter-
of-fact way.

Dorothy was positively certain that she had n’t any
money, but she put her hand into the pocket of her
apron, partly for the sake of appearances, and partly.
because she was a little afraid of the Stork, and, to her
surprise, pulled out a large cake. It was nearly as big
as a saucer, and was marked “ONE BISKER”; and as
this seemed to show that it had some value, she handed
it to the ferryman. The Stork turned it over several
times rather suspiciously, and then, taking a large bite
out of it, remarked, “Very good fare,” and dropped
the rest of it into a little hole in the wall; and hav-
ing done this he stared gravely at Dorothy for a mo-
ment, and then said, “‘ What makes your legs bend. the
wrong way?”

“Why, they don’t!” said Dorothy, looking down at
them to see if anything had happened to them.

“They ’re entirely different from mine, anyhow,” said
the Stork.

“But, you know,” said Dorothy very earnestly, “I
could n’t sit down if they bent the other way.” 3

“ Sitting down is all very well,” said the Stork, with
a solemn shake of his head, “but you could n’t collect



THE FERRY TO NOWHERE 25

fares with ’em, to save your life,” and with this he went
into the house and shut the door.

“Tt seems to me this is a very strange adventure,”
said Dorothy to herself. “It appears to-be most-
ly about people’s
legs,” and she was
gazing down again
in a puzzled way
at her little black
stockings when she
heard a cough, and
looking up she saw
that the Stork had
his head out of a
small round win-
dow in the wall of
the house.



“ (THEY ’RE ENTIRELY DIFFERENT FROM MINE,
Took here,” he 4 ANYHOW,’ SAID THE STORK.”

said confidentially,

“T forgot to ask what your fare was for.” He
said this in a sort of husky whisper, and as Dorothy
looked up at him it seemed something like listen-
ing to an enormous cuckoo-clock with a bad cold in

its works.
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“IT SEEMED LIKE LISTENING TO AN ENORMOUS: CUCKOO-CLOCK.”

“TJ don’t think I know exactly what it was for,” she
said, rather confusedly.

“Well, it ’s got to be for something, you know, or it

- won’t be fair,” said the Stork. “I suppose you don’t



THE FERRY TO NOWHERE 27

want to go over the ferry?” he added, cocking his
head on one side, and looking down at her, inquiringly.

“Oh, no indeed!” said Dorothy, very earnestly.

“ That ’s lucky,” said the Stork. ‘It does n’t go any-
where that it ever gets to. Perhaps you ’d like to hear
about it. It’s in poetry, you know.”

“Thank you,” said Dorothy politely. “I ’d like it very _
much.”

“All right,” said the Stork. ‘The werses is called
‘A Ferry Tale’”; and, giving another cough to clear

his voice, he began:

Oh, come and cross over to nowhere,
And go where
The nobodies live on their nothing a day!
A tideful of tricks is this merry
Old Ferry,
And these are the things that it does by the way:

It pours into parks and disperses
The nurses ;
It goes into gardens and scatters the cats;
Ji leaks into lodgings, disorders
The boarders,
And washes away with their holiday hats.



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THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

It soaks into shops, and mspires
The buyers
To crawl over counters and climb upon chairs;
It trickles on tailors, it spatters
On hatters,
And makes litile milliners scamper up-stairs.

Tt goes out of town and it rambles
Through brambles ;
It wallows in hollows and dives into dells ;
Tt flows into farm-yards and sickens
The chickens, —
And washes the wheelbarrows into the wells.

It turns into taverns and drenches
The benches ;
It jumps into pumps and comes out with a roar ;
It pounds like a postman at lodges —
Then dodges
And runs up the lane when they open the door.

Tt leaks into laundries and wrangles

With mangles ;
Tt trips over turnips and tumbles down-hill ;
It rolls like a coach along highways

And byways,

But never gets anywhere, go as it will!





THE FERRY TO NOWHERE 29

Oh, foolish old Ferry! all muddles
And puddles —
Go fribble and dribble along on your way ;
We drink to your health with molasses.
In glasses,
And waft you farewell with a handful of hay !

“What do you make out of it?” inquired the Stork
anxiously. :

“T don’t make anything out of it,” said Dorothy,
staring at him in great perplexity.

“T did n’t suppose you would,” said the Stork, ap-
parently very much relieved. “TI ’ve been at it for years
and years, and I ’ve never made sixpence out of it
yet,” with which remark he pulled in his head and
disappeared.

“T don’t know what he means, I ’m sure,” said Doro-
thy, after waiting a moment to see if the Stork would
come back, “but I would n’t go over that ferry for
sizty sixpences. It ’s altogether too frolicky”; and
having made this wise resolution, she was just turning
to go back through the archway when the door of the
house flew open and a little stream of water ran out
upon the pavement. This was immediately followed by
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30 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

the water came pouring out through the doorway in
such a torrent that she had just time to scramble up
on the window-ledge before the street was completely
flooded.

Dorothy’s first idea was that there was something
wrong with the pipes, but as she peeped in curiously
through the window she was astonished to see that it



































































“DEAR ME!’ SHE EXCLAIMED, ‘HERE COMES ALL THE FURNITURE!’ ”



pe angen” ar ete Ne

THE FERRY TO NOWHERE 381

was raining hard inside the house—‘“‘and dear me!”
she exclaimed, “here comes all the furniture!” and,
sure enough, the next moment a lot of old-fashioned
furniture came floating out of the house and drifted
away down the street. There was a corner cupboard |
full of crockery, and two spinning-wheels, and a spin-
dle-legged table set out with a blue-and-white tea-set
and some cups and saucers, and finally a carved side-
board which made two or three clumsy attempts to
get through the doorway broadside on, and then took
a fresh start, and came through endwise with a great .
flourish. All of these things made quite a little fleet,
and the effect was very imposing; but by this time
the water was quite up to the window-ledge, and as
the sideboard was a fatherly-looking piece of furni-
ture with plenty of room to move about in, Dorothy
stepped aboard of it as it went by, and, sitting down
on a little shelf that ran along the back of it, sailed
away in the wake of the tea-table.



CHAPTER III
THE CRUISE OF THE SIDEBOARD

Tae sideboard behaved in the most absurd manner,
spinning around and around in the water, and banging
about among the other furniture as if it had never
been at sea before, and finally bringing up against the
tea-table with a crash in the stupidest way imaginable,
and knocking the tea-set and all the cups and saucers
into the water. Dorothy felt very ridiculous as you
may suppose, and, to add to her mortification, the Stork
ferryman suddenly reappeared, and she could see him
running along the roofs of the houses, and now and
then stopping to stare down at her from the eaves as
she sailed by, as if she were the most extraordinary
spectacle he had ever seen, as indeed she probably
was. Sometimes he waited until the sideboard had
floated some distance past him as if to see how it
| looked, gazed at from behind; and then Dorothy would
catch sight of him again far ahead, peering out from —
behind a chimney, as if to get a front view of the per-



THE CRUISE OF THE SIDEBOARD 83

formance. All this was, of course, very impertinent, :
and although Dorothy was naturally a very -kind-
hearted little child, she was really quite gratified when
the Stork finally. made an attempt to get a new view
of her from the top of an unusually tall chimney, and
fell down into it with a loud screech of dismay.

Presently the street ended at a great open space
where the water spread out in every direction, like a
lake. The day seemed to be breaking, and it was
quite light; and as the sideboard sailed out into the
open water, Dorothy caught sight of something like a
fat-looking boat, floating at a little distance and slowly
drifting toward her. As it came nearer it proved to _
be Mrs. Peevy’s big umbrella upside down, with a little
party of people sitting around on the edge of it with
their feet against the handle, and, to Dorothy’s amaze-
’ ment, she knew every one of them. There was the
- Admiral, staring about with his spy-glass, and Sir Wal-
ter Rosettes, carefully carrying his tobacco-plant as if
it were a nosegay, and the Highlander, with his big
watch dangling in the water over the side of the um-
brella; and last, there was the little Chinese mandarin
clinging convulsively to the top of the handle as if he
were keeping a lookout from the masthead.

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34 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

The sideboard brought up against the edge of the
umbrella with a soft little bump, and the Admiral,
hurriedly pointing his spy-glass at Dorothy so that
the end of it almost touched her nose, exclaimed ex-





“THE ADMIRAL EXCLAIMED: ‘THERE SHE I8! I CAN SEE HER QUITE PLAINLY!’”

citedly, “There she is! I can see her quite plainly,”
and the whole party gave an exultant shout.

“How are you getting on now?” inquired Sir Wal-
ter, as if he had had her under close observation for a
week at least.



THE CRUISE OF THE SIDEBOARD 35

“T ™ getting on pretty well,” said Dorothy, mourn-
fully. ‘I believe I ’m crossing a ferry.”

“So are we,” said the Admiral, cheerfully. “We ’re
a Caravan, you know.”

“A Caravan?” exclaimed Dorothy, very much sur-

prised.
-“T believe I said ‘Caravan’ quite distinctly,” said
the Admiral in an injured tone, appealing to the rest
of the party; but no one said anything except the
Highlander, who hastily consulted his watch and then
exclaimed “ Hurrah!” rather doubtfully.

“T understood what you said,” explained Dorothy,
“but I don’t think I know exactly what you mean.”

“Never mind what he means,” shouted Sir Walter.
“ That ’s of no consequence.”

“No consequence!” exclaimed the Admiral, flaring
up. “Why, I mean more in a minute than you do in
a week!” .

“You say more in a minute than anybody could
mean in a month,” retorted Sir Walter, flourishing his
tobacco-plant.

' “T ean talk a year without meaning anything,” said
the Highlander, proudly; but no one took any notice of
this remark, which, of course, served him right.



36 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

The Admiral stared at Sir Walter for a moment
through his spy-glass, and then said very firmly,
“You ’re a pig!” at which the Highlander again con-
sulted his watch, and then shouted, “Two pigs!” with
great enthusiasm, as if that were the time of day.

“And you ’re another,” said Sir Walter, angrily.
“Tf it comes to that, we ’re all pigs.”

“Dear me!” cried Dorothy, quite distressed at all
this. ‘What makes you all quarrel so? You ought
to be ashamed of yourselves.”

“We ’re all ashamed of one another, if that will do
any good,” said the Admiral.

“And, you see, that gives each of us two persons to
be ashamed of,” added Sir Walter, with an air of great
satisfaction.

“But that is n’t what I mean at all,” said Dorothy.
“T mean that each one of you ought to be ashamed
of himself.”

“Why, we ’re each being ashamed of by two persons
already,” said the Admiral, peevishly. “I should think
that was enough to satisfy anybody.”

“But that is n’t the same thing,” insisted Dorothy.
“Bach particular him ought to be ashamed of each
particular self.” This remark sounded very fine indeed,



THE CRUISE OF THE SIDEBOARD 37

and Dorothy felt so pleased with herself: for having
made it that she went on to say, “And the truth of
it is, you all argue precisely like a lot of little school-
children.”

Now, Dorothy herself was only about four feet high,
but she said this in such a superior manner that the
entire Caravan stared.at her with great admiration for
a moment, and then began to give a little cheer; but
. Just at this instant the umbrella made a great plunge,
as if somebody had given it a sudden push, and the
whole party tumbled into the bottom of it like a lot of
dolls. :

“What kind of a boat do you call this?” shouted
Sir Walter, as they all scrambled to their feet and
clung desperately to the handle.

“Tt ’s a paragondola,” said the Admiral, who had
suddenly become very pale. ‘You see, it is n’t exactly
like an ordinary ship.”

“I should think not!” said Sir Walter, indignantly.
“Id as lief go to sea in a toast-rack. Why don’t you
bring her head up to the wind?” he shouted as the
paragondola took another plunge.

“I can’t!” cried the Admiral, despairingly; “she
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38 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

“Then put me ashore!” roared Sir Walter, furiously.
Now this was all very well for Sir Walter to say,
but by this time the paragondola was racing through
the water at such a rate that even the sideboard could
hardly keep up with it; and the waves were tossing
about in such wild confusion that it was perfectly
ridiculous for any one to talk about going ashore. In
fact, it was a most exciting moment. The air was
filled with flying spray, and the paragondola dashed
ahead faster and faster, until at last Dorothy could no
longer hear the sound of the voices, and she could just
see that they were throwing the big watch overboard .
as if to lighten the ship. Then she caught sight of the
Highlander trying to climb up the handle, and Sir
Walter frantically beating him on the back with the
tobacco-plant, and the next moment there was another
wild plunge and the paragondola and Caravan vanished
from sight.



CHAPTER IV
TREE-TOP COUNTRY

Tr was a very curious thing that the storm seemed
to follow the Caravan as if it were a private affair of
their own, and the paragondola had no sooner disap-
peared than Dorothy found herself sailing along as
quietly as if such a thing as bad weather had never
been heard of. But there was something very lonely
about the sideboard now, as it went careering through
the water, and she felt quite disconsolate as she sat on
the little shelf and wondered what had become of the
Caravan.

“Tf Mrs. Peevy’s umbrella shuts up with them in-
side of it,” she said mournfully to herself, “I’m sure
I don’t know what they ‘ll do. It’s such a stiff thing
to open that it must be perfectly awful when it shuts
up all of a sudden,” and she was just giving a little
shudder at the mere thought of such a thing, when the
sideboard bumped up against something and she found
that it had run into a tree. In fact, she found that



40 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

she had drifted into a forest of enormous trees, grow-
ing in a most remarkable manner straight up out of the
lake; and as she looked up she could see great branches
stretching out in every direction far above her head, all
interlaced together and covered with leaves as if it had
been midsummer instead of being, as it certainly was,
Christmas day.

As the sideboard slowly floated along through this
strange forest, Dorothy presently discovered that each

















“THE SIDEBOARD SLOWLY FLOATED ALONG THROUGH THIS STRANGE FOREST.”



TREE-TOP COUNTRY 41

tree had a little door in it, close to the water’s edge,
with a small platform before it by way of a door-step,
as if the people who lived in the trees had a fancy for
going about visiting in boats. But she could n’t help
wondering who in the world, or, rather, who in the
trees, the people went to see, for all the little doors
were shut as tight as wax, and had notices posted up
on them, such as “No admittance,” ‘““Go away,” “Gone
to Persia,” and many others, all of which Dorothy con-
sidered extremely rude, especially one notice which
read, ‘Beware of the Pig,” as if the person who lived
in that particular tree was too stingy to keep a dog.

Now all this was very distressing, because, in the
first place, Dorothy was extremely fond of visiting, and,
in the second place, she was getting rather tired of
sailing about on the sideboard; and she was therefore
greatly pleased when she presently came to a door
without any notice upon it. There was, moreover, a
bright little brass knocker on this door, and as this
seemed to show that people were expected to call there
if they felt like it, she waited until the sideboard was
passing close to the platform and then gave a little
jump ashore. ie

The sideboard took a great roll backward and held

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49 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

up its front feet as if expressing its surprise at this
proceeding, and as it pitched forward again the doors
of it flew open, and a number of large pies fell out
into the water and floated away in all directions. To
Dorothy’s amazement, the sideboard immediately started
off after them, and began pushing them together, like
a shepherd’s dog collecting a flock of runaway sheep;
and then, having got them all together in a compact
bunch, sailed solemnly away, shoving the pies ahead
of it.

Dorothy now looked at the door again, and saw that
it was standing partly open. The doorway was only
about as high as her shoulder, and as she stooped
down and looked through it she saw there was a small
winding stairway inside, leading up through the body
of the tree. She listened for a moment, but every-
thing was perfectly quiet inside, so she squeezed in
through the doorway and ran up the stairs as fast as
she could go. ;

The stairway ended at the top in a sort of trap-door,
and Dorothy popped up through it like a jack-in-the-
box; but instead of coming out, as she expected,
among the branches of the tree, she found herself in a
wide, open field as flat as a pancake, and with a small



TREE-TOP COUNTRY 43

house standing far out in the middle of it. It was a
bright and sunny place, and quite like an ordinary field
in every way except that, in place of grass, it had a



DOROTHY MAKES A CALL IN THE TREE-TOP COUNTRY.

curious floor of branches, closely braided together like
the bottom of a market-basket; but, as this seemed
natural enough, considering that the field was in the



44 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

top of a tree, Dorothy hurried away to the little house
without giving the floor a second thought.

As she came up to the house she saw that it was a
charming little cottage with vines trained about the
latticed windows, and with a sign over the door,

THE OUTSIDE INN

““T suppose they ’ll take me for a customer,” she said,
looking rather doubtfully at the sign, “and I have n’t
got any money. But I ’m very little, and I won’t stay

reading —

very long,” she added, by way of excusing herself, and
as she said this she softly pushed open the door and
went in. To her great surprise, there was no inside
to the house, and she came out into the field again
on the other side of the door. The wall on this side,
however, was nicely papered, and had pictures hanging
on it, and there were curtains at the windows as if it
had been one side of a room at some time or another;
but there was a notice pasted up beside the door,

THE INN-SIDE OUT

reading —



TREE-TOP COUNTRY 45

as if the rest of the house had gone out for a walk,
and might be expected back at any time.

Now, as you may suppose, Dorothy was quite un-
prepared for all this, and she was looking about in
great astonishment when she suddenly discovered that
the furniture was at home, and was standing in a
rather lonely manner quite by itself in the open field.
It was, moreover, the strangest-looking furniture she
had ever seen, for it was growing directly out of the
floor in a twisted-up fashion, something like the grape-
vine chairs in Uncle Porticle’s garden; but*the oddest
part of it all was a ridiculous-looking bed with leaves
sprouting out of its legs, and with great pink blossoms
growing on the bed-posts like the satin bows on Doro-
thy’s little bed at the Blue Admiral Inn. All this was
so remarkable that she went over to where the furniture
was standing to take a closer look at it ; and as she
came up alongside the bed she was amazed to see that
the Caravan, all three of them, were lying in it in a
row, with their eyes closed as if they were fast asleep.
This was such an unexpected sight that Dorothy
first drew a long breath of astonishment and then ex-
claimed, “Jiminy!” which was a word she used only
on particular occasions; and, as she said this, the



‘AG THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

Caravan opened their eyes and stared at her like so
many owls.

“Why, what are you all doing here?” she said; at
which the Admiral sat up in bed, and after taking a
hurried look at her through his spy-glass, said, ‘“ Ship-
wrecked!” in a solemn voice and then lay down again.

“Did the paragonorer shut up with you?” inquired
Dorothy, anxiously.

“Ves, ma’am,” said the Admiral.

“And squashed us,” added Sir Walter.

“Like everything,” put in the Highlander.

“T was afraid it would,” said Dorothy, sorrowfully ;
“T spose it was something like being at sea in a cor-
nucopia.” |

“Does a cornucopia have things in it that pinch
your legs?” inquired Sir Walter, with an air of great
interest.

“Oh, no,” said Dorothy.

“Then it was n’t like it at all,” said Sir Walter,
peevishly.

“Tt was about as much like it,” said the Admiral,
“as a pump is like a post-captain”; and he said this
in such a positive way that Dorothy did n’t like to

contradict him. In fact she really did n’t know any-



TREE:TOP COUNTRY AT

thing about the matter, so she merely said, as politely
as she could, “I don’t think I know what a post-
captain is.” .

“T don’t either,” said the Admiral, promptly, “but I
can tell you how they behave”; and sitting up in bed,
he recited these verses:

_Post-captain at the Needles and commander of a crew
On the “ Royal Biddy” frigate was Sir Peter Bombazoo ;
His mind was full of music, and his head was full of tunes,
And he cheerfully exhibited on pleasant afternoons.



He. could whistle, on his fingers, an invigorating reel,

And: could wmitate a piper on the handles of the wheel;

“He could play in double octaves, too, all up and down the rail,
Or rattle: off a rondo on the bottom of a pail,









48 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN



Then porters with
their packages, and bakers
with their buns,

And countesses in carriages, and grena-
diers with

And admirals and commodores,
arriwed from near and far
To listen to the music of this

entertaining tar.

When they heard the Captain humming, 3
and beheld the dancing crew,

The commodores severely said, “ Why, this
will never do!”

And the admirals all hurried home,
remarking, “This is most

Extraordinary conduct for a captain at his post.”



TREE-TOP COUNTRY 49

Then they sent some sailing-orders to Sir Peter, in a boat,
And he did a little fifing on the edges of the note ;











_ “HE DID A LITTLE FIFING ON THE EDGES OF THE NOTE.”

But he read the sailing-orders, as, of course, he had to do,
And removed the “ Royal Biddy” to the Bay of Boohgabooh.

Now, Sir Peter took it kindly, but it’s proper to explain
He was sent to catch a pirate out upon the Spanish Main ;
And he played, with variations, an imaginary tune

On the buttons of his waistcoat, like a jocular bassoon.
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50 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

Then a topman saw the Pirate come a-sailing in the bay,
And reported to the Captain im the customary way.

“Tl receive him,” said Sir Peter, “with a musical salute i”
And he gave some imitations of a double-jointed Slute.

Then the Pirate cried derisively, “I’ve heard it done before!”
And he hoisted up a banner emblematical of gore.

But Sir Peter said serenely, “You may double-shot the guns
While I sing my little ballad of ‘The Butter on the Bums.’”

Then the Pirate banged Sir Peter and Sir Peter banged him
back,

And they banged away together as they took another tack.

Then Sir Peter said politely, “You may board him, if you
like” —

And he played a little dirge upon the handle of a pike. :

Then the “ Biddies” poured like hornets down upon the Pirate's
deck,
_And Sir Peter caught the Pirate, and he took him by the neck,
And remarked, “ You must excuse me, but you acted like a brute
When I gave my imitation of that double-jomted flute.”

So they took that wicked Pirate, and they took his wicked crew,
And tied them up with double knots in packages of two ;
And left them lying on their backs im rows upon the beach
With a little bread and water within comfortable reach.



TREE-TOP COUNTRY

51
Now the Pirate had a treasure (mostly silverware and gold),
And Sir Peter took and stowed it in the bottom of his hold;

iB
iB

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ae Intl









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= Ss ae
ped x a

: PX

“SIR PETER CAUGHT THE PIRATE, AND HE TOOK HIM BY THE NECK.”

spoons.”

And said “TI will retire on this cargo of doubloons,
And each of you, my gallant crew, may have some silver



52 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

Now commodores in coach-and-fours, and corporals in cabs,
And men with carts of pies and tarts, and fishermen with crabs,
And barristers with wigs, in gigs, still gather on the strand —
But there is nt any music save a little German band.

“J think Sir Peter was perfectly grand!” said Doro-
thy, as the Admiral finished his verses. “He was so
composed.”

““So was the poetry,” said the Admiral. “It had to
be composed, you know, or there would n’t have been
any.”

“That would have been fine!” remarked the High-
lander.

The Admiral got so red in the face at this, that
Dorothy thought he was going into some kind of a
fit; but just at this moment there was a sharp rap at
the door, and Sir Walter exclaimed, “That ’s Bob
Scarlet, and here we are in his flower-bed!”

“Jibs and jiggers!” said the Admiral, “I never
thought of that. What do you suppose he Il do?”

“Pick us!” said the Highlander, with remarkable |
presence of mind.

“Then tell him we ’re all out,” said the Admiral to
Dorothy ‘in extreme agitation, and with this, the



TREE-TOP COUNTRY 53

whole Caravan disappeared under the bed with all
possible despatch.

“We are out, you know,” said Dorothy to herself,
“because there ’s no in for us to be in”; and then
she called out in a very loud voice, “We ’re all out
in here!” which was n’t exactly what she meant to

say, after all.

But there was no answer, and she was just stoop-
ing down to call through the keyhole when she saw
that the wall-paper was nothing but a vine growing
on a trellis, and the door only a little rustic gate
leading through it. “And, dear me!—where has the
furniture gone to?” she exclaimed, for the curly chairs
had changed into flower-pot stands, and the bed into a
great mound of waving lilies, and she found herself
standing in a beautiful garden.



CHAPTER V
BOB SCARLET’S GARDEN

Berne in a garden full of flowers at Christmas-time
is a very fine thing; and Dorothy was looking about
with great delight, and wondering how it had all hap-
pened, when she suddenly caught sight of a big robin
walking along one of the paths, and examining the
various plants with an air of great interest. He was
_ a very big robin, indeed—in fact, he was about as
large as a goose; and he had on a gardener’s hat, and
a bright red waistcoat which he was wearing unbut-
toned so as to give his fat little chest plenty of room;
but the most remarkable thing about him was that
he was walking about with his hands in his waistcoat-
pockets.

Dorothy had never seen a robin do this before, and
she was looking at him in great astonishment, when
he chanced to turn around to take a particular look

at a large flower, and she saw that he had two cater-



BOB SCARLET’S GARDEN 55

pillars neatly embroidered on the back of his waist-
coat so as to form the letters B. S.



“WE WAS WALKING ABOUT WITH HIS HANDS IN HIS WAISTCOAT-POCKETS.”

“Now I wonder what B. 8. means,” she said to her-
self with her usual curiosity. “It stands for Brown
Sugar, but, of course, it can’t be that. Perhaps it
means Best Suit, or Bird Superintendent, or — or —



56 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

why it must mean Bob Scarlet, to be sure!” and
clapping her hands in the joy of this discovery, she
ran after the Robin to take a nearer look at him and,
if possible, to have a little conversation.

But Bob Scarlet proved to be a very difficult person
to get near to. Over and over again Dorothy caught
sight of the top of his hat beyond a hedge, or saw
the red waistcoat through the bushes; but no matter
how quickly she stole around to the spot, he was al-
ways gone before she got there, and she would see
the hat or the waistcoat far away, in another part of
the garden, and would hurry after him only to be

~. .. disappointed as before. She was getting very tired of

this, and.was walking around rather disconsolately, when
she happened ‘to look at one of the plants, and dis-
covered that little sunbonnets were growing on it in
great profusion, like white lilies; and this was such a
delightful discovery, and such an exceedingly interesting
circumstance, that she instantly forgot all about Bob
Scarlet, and started away in great excitement to ex-
amine the other plants.

There was a great variety of them, and they all were -
of the same curious character. Besides the bonnet-

bush, there were plants loaded down with little pina-



BOB SCARLET’S GARDEN 57

fores, and shrubs with small shoes growing all over
them, like peas, and delicate vines of thread with but-
ton-blossoms on them, and, what particularly pleased













“THERE WERE PLANTS LOADED DOWN WITH LITTLE PINAFORES, AND SHRUBS WITH SMALL
SHOES GROWING ALL OVER THEM.”

Dorothy, a row of pots marked “FROCK FLOW-

ERS,” and each containing a stalk with a crisp little

frock growing on it, like a big tulip upside down.
“They ’re only big enough for dolls,” chattered

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58 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

Dorothy, as she hurried from one to the other, “ but,
of course, they ‘Il grow. I s’pose it ’s what they call
a nursery-garden. Just fancy—” she exclaimed, stop-
ping short and clasping her hands in a rapture, —“ just
fancy going out to pick an apronful of delightful new
stockings, or running out every day to see if your
best frock is ripe yet!” And I ’m sure I don’t know
what she would have said next, but just at this
moment she caught sight of a paper lying in the
path before her, and, of course, immediately became
interested in that. ;

It was folded something like a lawyer's document,
and was very neatly marked in red ink “MEMO-
RUMDRUMS”; and after looking at it curiously for
a moment, Dorothy said to herself, “It ’s prob’bly a
wash-list; nothing but two aprons, and four HDKeffs,
and ten towels—there ’s always such a lot of towels,
you know,” and here she picked up the paper; but
instead of being a wash-list, she found it contained
these verses:

Have Angleworms attractive homes ?
ESTs Bumblebees have brains ? *
Do Caterpillars carry combs ?

Do Dodos dote on drains?



BOB SOARLET’S GARDEN 59

Can Eels elude elastic earls ?
Do Flatfish fish for flats ?
Are Grigs agreeable to girls?
Do Hares have hunting-hats ?
Do Ices make an Ibex ill?
Do Jackdaws jug their jam?
Do Kites kiss all the kids they kill?
Do Llamas live on lamb?
Will Moles molest a mounted mink ?
Do Newts deny the news ?
Are Oysters boisterous when they drink ?
Do Parrots prowl in pews ?
Do Quakers get their quills from Quails ?
Do Rabbits rob on roads ?
Are Snakes supposed to sneer at snails ?
Do Tortoises tease toads?
Can Unicorns perform on horns?
Do Vipers value veal ?
Do Weasels weep when fast asleep ?
Can Xylophagans squeal ?
Do Yaks in packs invite attacks ?
Are Zebras full of zeal?

P. S. Shake well and recite every morning in a shady place.

“I don’t believe a single one of them, and I never
read such stuff!” exclaimed Dorothy, indignantly; and



60 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

she was just about to throw down the paper when
Bob Scarlet suddenly appeared, hurrying along the
path, and gazing anxiously from side to side as if’ he
had lost something. As he came upon Dorothy, he
started violently, and said “Shoo!” with great vehe-
mence, and then, after staring at her a moment,
added, “‘Oh, I beg your pardon—I thought you were
a cat. Have you seen anything of my exercise?”

“Ts this it?” said Dorothy, holding up the paper.

“That ’s it,” said the Robin, in a tone of great sat-
isfaction. “Shake it hard, please.”

Dorothy gave the paper a good shake, after which
- Bob Scarlet took it and stuffed it into his waistcoat-
pocket, remarking, “It has to be well shaken before I
‘take it, you know.”

“Ts that the prescription?” said Dorothy, beginning
to laugh. |

‘““No, it ’s the postseription,” replied the Robin, very
seriously ; “but, somehow, I never remember it till I
come to it. I suppose it ’s put at the end so that
I won't forget it the next time. You see, it ’s about
the only exercise I have.”

“T should think it was very good -exercise,” said
Dorothy, trying to look serious again.



BOB SCARLET’S GARDEN 61

“Oh, it ’s good enough, what there is of it,” said
the Robin, in an offhand way.

‘But I ’m sure there ’s enough of it,” said Dorothy.

“There 7s enough of it, such as it is,” replied the
Robin.

“Such as it is?” repeated Dorothy, beginning to feel
a little perplexed. “Why, it ’s hard enough, I ’m sure.
It ’s enough to drive a person quite distracted.”

“Well, it ’s a corker till you get used to it,” said
the Robin, strutting about. “There ’s such a tre-
mendous variety to it, you see, that it exercises you
all over at once.”

This was so ridiculous that Dorothy laughed out-
right. “I should never get used to it,” she said. “I
don’t believe I know a single one of the answers.”

“I do!” said Bob Scarlet, proudly; “I know ’em
all. It ’s ‘No’ to everything in it.”

‘Dear me!” said Dorothy, feeling quite provoked at
herself, “of course it is. I never thought of that.”

‘“And when you can answer them,” continued the
Robin, with a very important air, “you can answer
anything.”

Now, as the Robin said this, it suddenly occurred to
Dorothy that she had been lost for quite a long time,



62 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

and that this was a good opportunity for getting a
little information, so she said very politely: “Then I
wish you ’d please tell me where I am.”

“Why, you ’re here,” replied the Robin, promptly.
“That ’s what J call an easy one.”

“But where is it?” said Dorothy.

“Where is what?” said the Robin, looking rather
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BOB SOARLET’S GARDEN 63

Robin, and then, looking at her suspiciously, he added,
“Come — no chaffing, you know. I won’t have it.”

“But I’m not chaffing,” said Dorothy, beginning to
feel a little provoked; “it ’s only because you twist
the things I say the wrong way.”

“What do you say ’em the wrong way for, then?”
said Bob Scarlet, irritably. “Why don’t you get ’em
straight ?”

‘Dear me!” exclaimed Dorothy, now quite out of
patience. “How dreadfully confusing it all is! Don’t
you understand?—TI only want to know where the
place is where I am now,— whereabouts in the geogra-
phy, I mean,” she added in desperation.

“Tt is n’t in there at all,” said Bob Scarlet, very
decidedly. ‘(There is n’t a geography going that could
hold on to it for five minutes.”

“Do you mean that it is n’t anywhere?” exclaimed
Dorothy, beginning to feel a little frightened.

“No, I don’t,” said Bob Scarlet, obstinately. “I
mean that it 7s anywhere—anywhere that it chooses
to be, you know; only it does n’t stay any nee any
longer than it likes.”

“Then I ’m going away,” said Dorothy, hastily. “I
won't stay in such a place.”



ea THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

“Well, you ’d better be quick about it,” said the
Robin, with a chuckle, “or there won’t be any place
to go away from. I can feel it beginning to go now,”
and with this remark Bob Scarlet himself hurried
_ away.

There was something so alarming in the idea of a
place going away and leaving her behind, that Dorothy
started off at once,
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aera sort of a way as
she ran past them; and she noticed, moreover, that
the little shoes on the shoe-shrub were so withered away
that they looked like a lot of raisins. But she had no

time to stop and look at such things, and she ran on



BOB SOARLET’S GARDEN 65

and on until, to her delight, she came suddenly upon
the little trap-door where she had come up. There was
n't a minute to spare, and she jumped down into the
hole without so much as stopping to look back at the
vanishing garden, and hurried down the little stairway.
It was as dark as pitch, and as she ran down, going
around and around, on the winding stairs, she could
hear them folding up behind her like the slats of a blind;
and she had just time to rush through the door at the
bottom, when the trunk of the tree flapped inward
like an empty bag and then shot up into the air.



CHAPTER VI
IN THE TOY-SHOP

Tue first thing that Dorothy did was to draw a long
breath over her narrow escape, and the next thing was
to look up into the air to see what had become of the
tree, and she saw the braided floor of the garden float-
ing away, far above her head, with the flapping trunks
of the trees dangling from ‘it like a lot of one-legged
trousers. This was a rather ridiculous spectacle, and
when the floor presently shriveled up into a small
brown patch, like a flying pancake, and then went
entirely out of sight, she said “Pooh!” very contemp-
tuously and felt quite brave again.

“Tt was n’t half so solemn as I expected,” she went
on, chattering to herself; “I certainly thought there
would be all kinds of phenomeners, and, after all, it ’s
precisely like nothing but a big basket of old clothes,
blowing away. But it ’s just as well to be saved, of



IN THE TOY- SHOP 67

course, only I don’t know where I am any more than
I did before. It ’s a kind of wooden floor, I think,”
she added, stamping on it with her little shoe; “and,
dear me! I verily believe it ’s nothing but a shelf. It
is a shelf!” she exclaimed, peeping cau-

tiously over the edge; “and there ’s the Nas
real floor ever so far away. I can never :
‘jump down there in
the world without be-
ing dashed to destruc-
tion !”— and she was
just thinking how it
would do to hang from
the edge of the shelf
by her hands and then
let herself drop (with
hereyes shut, of course) “crp 18 A SHELF!’ SHE EXCLAIMED.”



when a little party of

people came tumbling down through the air and fell in
a heap close beside her. She gave a scream of dismay
and then stood staring at them in utter bewilderment,
for, as the party scrambled to their feet, she saw they
were the Caravan, dressed up in the most extraordi-
nary fashion, in little frocks and long shawls, and all



68 THE ADMIRAL’S OARAVAN

wearing sunbonnets. The Highlander, with his usual
bad luck, had put on his sunbonnet backward, with
the crown over his face, and was struggling with it so



















“THE HIGHLANDER, WITH HIS USUAL BAD LUCK, HAD PUT ON HIS
SUNBONNET BACKWARD.”

helplessly that Dorothy rushed at him and got it off
just in time to save him from being suffocated. In
fact, he was so black in the face that she had to
pound him on the back to bring him to.



IN THE TOY-SHOP 69

“We ’re disguised, you know,” said the Admiral,
breathlessly. “‘ We found these things under the bed.
Bob Scarlet is n’t anywhere about, is he?” he added,
staring around in an agitated manner through his
spy-glass.

“ About?” said Dorothy, trying to look serious. “I
should think he was about five miles from here by
this time.”

““T wish it was five thousand,” exclaimed Sir Wal-
ter, angrily, smoothing down his frock. “Old Peck-
jabber!”

“Why, what in the world is the matter?” said
Dorothy, beginning to laugh in spite of herself.

“Matter!” exclaimed the Admiral, his voice fairly
trembling with emotion; “why, look here! We was
all shrinking away to nothing in that wanishing gar-
den. Bob Scarlet himself was no bigger than an ant
when we came away.”

“And we was n’t any bigger than uncles,” put in
the Highlander.

“* You ’re not more than three inches high this min-
ute,” said Sir Walter, surveying Dorothy with a critical
air, with his head cocked on one side.

“Goodness gracious!” exclaimed Dorothy, with a



70 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

start. “It seems to me that ’s extremely small. I
should think that I ’d have felt it coming on.”

“It comes on sort of sneaking, and you don’t notice
it,” said the Admiral. “ We ’d have been completely
inwisible by this time if we had n’t jumped over-
board.”

“Tt was an awful jump!” said Dorothy, solemnly.
“Did n’t it hurt to fall so far?”

“Not at all,” said the Admiral, cheerfully. “The
falling part of it was quite agreeable—so cool and
rushing, you know; but the landing was tremenjious
severe.”

“Banged us like anything,” explained the High-
lander; and with this the Caravan locked arms and
walked away with the tails of their shawls trailing
behind them.

“What strange little things they are!” said Dor-
othy, reflectively, as she walked along after them,
“and they ’re for all the world precisely like arimated
dolls—movable, you know,” she added, not feeling
quite sure that “arimated” was the proper word,—
“and speaking of dolls, here ’s a perfect multitude of
’em!” she exclaimed, for just then she came upon a
long row of dolls beautifully dressed, and standing on



IN THE TOY-SHOP 71

their heels with their heads against the wall. They
were at least five times as big as Dorothy herself, and
had price-tickets tucked into their sashes, such as
“2/6, CHEAP,” “5s., BEAL WAX,” and so on; and Dor-
othy, clapping her hands in an ecstasy of delight,
exclaimed: ‘“‘ Why, it ’s a monstrous, enormous toy-
shop!” and then she hurried on to see what else there
might be on exhibition.

“‘ Marbles, prob’bly,” she remarked, peering over the
edge of a basket full of what looked like enormous
stone cannon-balls of various colors; ‘“ for mastodons,
I should say, only I don’t know as they ever play
marbles,— grocery shop, full of dear little drawers
with real knobs on ’em,—’pothecary’s shop with true
pill-boxes,” she went on, examining one delightful
thing after another; “and here ’s a farm out of a
box, and all the same funny old things—trees with
green shavings on them and fences with feet so
they ’ll stand up, and here ’s the dear fam’ly, same
size as the trees and the houses, of course, and—oh!
I beg your pardon,” she exclaimed, for her frock had
touched the farmer and knocked him over flat on his
back. “And here ’s a Noah’s Ark, full of higgledy-
piggledy animals— why, what are you doing here?”



72 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

she cried, for just at that moment she suddenly dis-
covered the Caravan, all huddled together at the door
of the ark, and apparently discussing something of
vast importance.

“We ’re buying a camel,” said the Admiral, ex-
citedly; “they ’ve got just the one we want for the
Caravan.”

“His name is Humphrey,” shouted the Highlander,
uproariously, ‘‘and he ’s got three humps!”

““ Nonsense!” cried Dorothy, bursting into a fit of
uncontrollable laughter. ‘There never was, such a
thing.”

“They have ’em in arks,” said the Admiral, very
earnestly. “You can find anything in arks if you only
go deep enough. I ’ve seen ’em with patriarchs in
’em, ’way down at the bottom.”

“Did they have any humps?” inquired the High-
lander with an air of great interest.

Dorothy went off again into a burst of laughter at
this. ‘He ’s really the most ignorant little creature I
ever saw,” she said.

“T thought they was something to ride on,” said the
Highlander, sulkily; «“ otherwise, I say, let ’°em keep
out of arks!” The rest of the Caravan evidently



IN THE TOY-SHOP 73.

sided with him in this opinion, and after staring at
Dorothy for a moment with great disfavor they all
called out “Old Proudie!” and solemnly walked off in
a row as before.

“T believe I shall have a fit if I meet them again,”
said Dorothy to herself, laughing till her eyes were
full of tears. “They ’re certainly the foolishest things
IT ever saw,” and with this she walked away through
the shop, and was just beginning to look at the toys
again, when she came suddenly upon an old dame sit-
ting contentedly in the shop in a great arm-chair. She
was eating porridge out of a bowl in her lap, and her
head was so close to the edge of the shelf that Dor-
- othy almost walked into her cap.

“Drat the toys!” cried the old dame, starting so
violently that her spectacles fell off her nose into
the porridge. “Drat the new-fangled things!”—and
here she aimed a blow at Dorothy with her spoon.
“They ’re enough to scare folks out of their senses.
Give me the old-fashioned kind—deaf and dumb and
blind and stiff”—but by this time Dorothy, almost
frightened out of her wits, had run away and was hid-
ing behind a doll’s sofa.

“« She ’s a nice person to have. charge of a shop,” she
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T4 THE ADMIRAL’S OARAVAN

exclaimed indignantly, as she listened to the old dame
scolding to herself in the distance. ‘The idea of not
knowing human persons when you see them! Of
course, being so small ts ‘rather unusual, and it ’s
really quite dangerous, you know,” she went on, giv-
ing a little shiver at the thought of what might have
happened. “Just fancy being wrapped up in a piece
of stiff paper by mistake—shrieking would n’t do the
least good because, of course, she ’s deaf as any-
thing —”

‘““How much are you a dozen?” said a voice, and
Dorothy, looking around, saw that it was a Dancing-
Jack in the shop-window speaking to her. He was
a gorgeous creature, with bells on the seams of his
clothes and with arms and legs of different colors, and
he was lounging in an easy attitude with his right leg
thrown over the top of a toy livery-stable and his left
foot in a large ornamental tea-cup; but as he was fas-
tened to a hook by a loop in the top of his hat, Dor-
othy did n’t feel in the least afraid of him.

“Thank you,” she replied with much dignity,
“T ’m not a dozen at all. I ’m a single person. That



IN THE TOY-SHOP 75



“¢YOU KNOW YOUR SIZE DOES COME IN DOZENS, ASSORTED,’
CONTINUED THE JACK.”

sounds kind of unmarried,” she thought to herself,
“but it ’s the exact truth.”

“No offense, I hope,” said the Jack, looking some-
what abashed. ; |

“‘No—not exactly,” said Dorothy rather stiffly.

“You know, your size does come in dozens—as-
sorted,” continued the Jack, with quite a professional



76 THH ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

air. “Family of nine, two maids with dusters, and
cook with removable apron. Very popular, I believe.”

“So I should think,” remarked Dorothy, beginning |
to recover her good nature.

“But of course singles are much more select,” said
the Jack. “We never come in dozens, you know.”

“T suppose not,” said Dorothy, innocently. “I can’t
imagine anybody wanting twelve Dancing-Jacks all at
the same time.”

“Tt would n’t do any good if they did want ’em,”
said the Jack. “They could n’t get ’em,—that is, not
in this shop.”

Now, while this conversation was going on, Dorothy
noticed that the various things in the shop-window
had a curious way of constantly turning into some-
thing else. She discovered this by seeing a little
bunch of yellow peg-tops change into a plateful of
pears while she chanced to be looking at them; and
a moment afterward she caught a doll’s saucepan, that
was hanging in one corner of the window, just in the
act of quietly turning into a battledore with a red
morocco handle. This struck her as being such a
remarkable performance that she immediately began
looking at one thing after another, and watching the
“various changes, until she was quite bewildered.



IN THE TOY-SHOP TT

“Tt ’s something like a Christmas pantomime,” she
said to herself; “and it is n’t the slightest use, you
know, trying to fancy what anything ’s going to be,
because everything that happens is so unproblesome.
I don’t know where I got that word from,” she went
on, “but it seems to express exactly what I mean.
F’r instance, there ’s a little cradle that ’s just been
turned into a coal-scuttle, and if that is n’t unproble- -
some, well then—never mind!” (which, as you know,
is a ridiculous way little girls have of finishing their
sentences. )

By this time she had got around again to the toy
livery-stable, and she was extremely pleased to find
that it had turned into a smart little baronial castle
with a turret at each end, and that the ornamental
tea-cup was just changing, with a good deal of a
flourish, into a small rowboat floating in a little
stream that ran by the castle walls.

“Come, that ’s the finest thing yet!” exclaimed
Dorothy, looking at all this with great admiration ;
“and I wish a brazen knight would come out with a
trumpet and blow a blast”—you see, she was quite
romantic at times—and she was just admiring the
clever way in which the boat was getting rid of the
handle of the tea-cup, when the Dancing-Jack sud-



78 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

denly stopped talking, and began scrambling over the
roof of the castle. He was extremely pale, and, to
Dorothy’s alarm, spots of bright colors were coming
out all over him, as if he had been made of stained
glass, and was being lighted up from the inside.

‘“T believe I’m going to turn into something,” he
said, glaring wildly about, and Speaking in a very
agitated voice.

“Goodness!” exclaimed Dorothy in dismay; “what
do you suppose it ’s going to be?”

“I think —” said the Jack, solemnly,—“TI think it ’s
going to be a patchwork quilt,” but just as he was
finishing this remark a sort of wriggle passed through
him, and, to Dorothy’s amazement, he turned into a
slender Harlequin all made up of spangles and shin-
ing triangles.

Now this was all very well, and, of course, much
better than turning into a quilt of any sort; but as
the Dancing-Jack’s last remark went on without stop-
ping, and was taken charge of, so to speak, and fin-
ished by the Harlequin, it mixed up the two in a
very confusing way. In fact, by the time the remark
came to an end, Dorothy did n’t really know which of
them was talking to her, and, to make matters worse,



IN THE TOY-SHOP 79

the Harlequin vanished for a moment, and then reap-
peared, about one half of his original size, coming out
of the door of the castle with an unconcerned air as if
he had n’t had anything to do with the affair.

“Tt ’g dreadfully confusing,” said Dorothy to herself,
“not to know which of two persons is talking to you,
*specially when there ’s really only one of them here”;
but she never had a chance to find out anything .
about the matter, for in the mean time a part of the
castle had quietly turned upside down, and was now a
little stone bridge with the stream flowing beneath it,
and the Harlequin, who was constantly getting smaller
and smaller, was standing with one foot in the boat
as if he were trying to choose between taking a
little excursion on the water and going out of sight
altogether.

“Excuse me— but did you say anything?” said
- Dorothy, feeling quite sure that there was no time to
be lost.

‘¢All that Z said was ‘quilt,’” replied the Harlequin;
“T suppose there ’s no particular harm in that?”

“Oh, dear, no!” said Dorothy, hastily; “only it
seems a rather queer way of beginning a conversation,
you know.”



80 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

“Tt ’s as good as any other way if it ’s all you have
to say,” said the Harlequin, and by this time he had
both feet in the boat, and had evidently decided on
the water excursion, for, before Dorothy could think
of anything more to say to him, he sailed away under
the bridge and disappeared.



“HE BAILED AWAY UNDER THE BRIDGE.”



CHAPTER VII
THE SONG IN THE DELL

“JT ™ sorry he ’s gone,” said Dorothy to herself,
gazing with longing eyes after the Harlequin. ‘He.
was wt much to talk to, but he was awful beautiful
to look at”; and, having relieved her mind by this
remark, she was just starting to take another walk
through the shop when she suddenly caught sight of
a small door in one corner. It was n’t much larger
than a rat-hole, but it was big enough for her to go
through, and that, of course, was the important thing;
and as she never could bear to go by strange door-
ways until she knew where they led to, she immedi-
ately ran through this one, and, quite to her surprise,
found herself outside the toy-shop.

There was a steep bank here sloping down from the
wall of the shop, and Dorothy was much interested
at discovering that it was completely overgrown with
little green rocking-chairs. They were growing about

in great confusion, and once or twice, when her frock
il



82 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

happened to brush against them, quite an avalanche of
them went clattermg down the bank and broke up at
the bottom into curious little bits of wood like jack-
straws. This made climbing down the bank very
exciting, but she got safely to the bottom at last, and
was just starting off for another journey of discovery
when she came suddenly upon the toy farm-house
standing quite by itself in the open country. None of

the family was present except the Farmer, who was -

standing in front of the house, staring at it in a
bewildered way as if he had never laid eyes on it
before. He was a plain-featured man, with a curious
little hat something like the lid of a coffee-pot, and
with a great number of large yellow buttons arranged
on the front of his coat like a row of cream-tarts;
and, after the manner of all toy-farmers, he was
buried to the ankles in a round piece of wood to
keep him from falling over.

Now Dorothy had always particularly wanted to see
the inside of a toy farm-house, and, as this seemed
to be an excellent opportunity, she walked up to the
Farmer and said, very politely, “Can I see your house?”

“T should think you could if you looked at it,” said
the Farmer, staring first at her and then at the house,



THE SONG IN THE DELL 83

as if he were greatly surprised at the question; ‘J can
see it easily enough.”

“But I mean, can I go over it?” said Dorothy, rather
confused by this answer.

The Farmer rubbed his nose and looked thoughtfully
at the roof of the house for a moment and then said,
rather sulkily, “Yes, I suppose you can, but you must
agree not to knock off the chimbleys.”

“Dear me,” said Dorothy, beginning to laugh, “ that
is n't what I mean at all. I mean, can I go through
it?”

The Farmer, after turning over this proposition in his
mind with great deliberation, got down on his hands
and knees and took a long look through the little door
in the front of the house, and then getting up on
his feet again, said, very seriously, “I don’t see any-
thing to prevent it; there ’s another door at the back,”
—and walked gravely away. He did this in a very
peculiar way, by a sort of sidelong roll on his round
wooden block like a barrel being worked along on one
end; and, as Dorothy stood watching this performance
with great interest, he presently fell over one of the
little rocking-chairs, and coming down heavily on his
back, rolled away on the edge of his block and the rim



84 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

of his little round hat without making the slightest
attempt to get on his feet again.

“T shall look precisely like a elephant with a
pagoda on his back,” said Dorothy, as she got down
on her hands and knees and crawled through the little
door into the house, “but I ’m going to see what it’s
like while I have the chance. All hollow, right up
to the roof, just as I expected,” she exclaimed. “TI
s’pose that ’s so the fam’ly can stand up when they
come inside.” But there was nothing in the house but
a lot of old umbrellas tied up in bundles and marked
“DANGEROUS,” and as she did n’t think these were
very interesting, and as, moreover, her head by this
time was out of the door at the back, she crawled
through without stopping and scrambled up on to her
feet again.

“Oh, lovely!” cried Dorothy, clapping her hands in
a rapture of delight; for she found herself in a beauti-
ful wood—not a make-believe affair like the toy-farm,
but a real wood with soft grass and pads of dark-green
moss growing underfoot, and with ferns and forest
flowers springing up on all sides. The wind was rus-



THE SONG IN THE DELL 85

tling pleasantly in the trees, and the sunlight, shining
down through the dancing leaves, made little patches
of light that chased each other about on the grass, and,
as Dorothy walked along, she felt happier than she had
at any time since losing the Blue Admiral Inn. To be
sure, it was n’t the easiest matter in the world to get
along, for as the trees and the bushes and the blades of
grass were all of the natural size and Dorothy was no —
bigger than a wren, she fell over a good many twigs
and other small obstacles, and tumbled down a great
many times. Then, too, she found it rather trying to
her nerves, at first, to meet with rabbits as big as
horses, to come suddenly upon quails whistling like
steam-engines, and to be chattered at by squirrels a
head taller than she herself was; but she was a very
wise little child about such matters, and she said to
herself, “Why, of course, they ’re only their usual
sizes, you know, and they ’re sure to be the same scary
things they always are,”—and then she stamped her
foot at them and said “ Shoo!” very boldly, and,
after laughing to see the great creatures whisk about
and dash into the thicket, she walked along quite
contentedly.

Presently she heard a voice singing. It seemed to



86 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

come from a thick part of the wood at one side of
the path; and, after hesitating a moment, Dorothy stole





“SHE FOUND IT RATHER TRYING TO HER NERVES, AT FIRST, TO MEET
WITH RABBITS AS BIG AS HORSES.”

into the bushes, and, creeping cautiously along until
she was quite near the sound, crouched down in the
thicket to listen.



THE SONG IN THE DELL 87



“_TO BE CHATTERED AT BY SQUIRRELS A HEAD TALLER THAN
SHE HERSELF WAS.”

It was a very small voice, and it was singing this
song:
I know a way
Of hearing what the larks and linnets say.
The larks tell of the sunshine and the sky;
The linnets from the hedges make reply,
And boast of hidden nests with mocking lay.



88

THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

I know a way
Of keeping near the rabbits at their play.
They tell me of the cool and shady nooks
Where waterfalls disturb the placid brooks
That I may go and frolic in the spray.

I know a way
Of catching dewdrops on a night in May,
And threading them upon a spear of green,
That through their sides translucent may be seen
The sparkling hue that emeralds display.

I know a way
Of trapping sunbeams as they nimbly play
At hide-and-seek with meadow-grass and flowers,
And holding them in store for dreary hours
When winds are chill and all the sky is gray.

I know a way
Of stealing fragrance from the new-mown hay
And storing it in flasks of petals made,
To scent the air when all the flowers fade

And leave the woodland world to sad decay.

I know a way
Of coaxing snowflakes in their fught to stay
So still awhile, that, as they hang im air,
I weave them into frosty lace, to wear
About my head upon a sultry day.



THE SONG IN THE DELL 89

Dorothy, crouching down in the thicket, listened to
this little song with great delight; but she was ex-
tremely sentimental where poetry was concerned, and
it happened that when she heard this last verse she
clasped her hands in a burst of rapture and exclaimed
in quite a loud voice, “Oh, delicious!” This was very
unfortunate, for the song stopped short the instant she
spoke, and for a moment everything was perfectly
silent; then the little voice spoke up again, and said,
“Who is that?”

“Tt ’s I,” said Dorothy.

“Tt ’s two eyes, if it comes to that,” said the little
voice; “I can see them through the bushes. Are you
a rabbit ?”

“No,” said Dorothy, laughing softly to herself, “‘I ’m
a child.”

“Oh!” exclaimed the voice. It was a very little Oh;
in fact, it sounded to Dorothy as if it might be about
the size of a cherry-stone, and she said to herself,
“T verily believe it ’s a fairy, and she certainly can’t
be a bit bigger than my thumb—my regular thumb,
I mean,” she added, holding up her hand and looking
at the size of it with great contempt.

Then the little voice spoke up again and said, “And
how big are you?”

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90 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

“T ’m about three inches tall,” said Dorothy; and
she was so excited by this time at the prospect of
seeing a real live fairy for the first time in her life,
that she felt as if a lot of flies were running up and
down on the back of her neck.

“Dear me!” exclaimed the little voice, expressing
great astonishment in its small way. ‘‘ Why, there ’s
hardly enough of you to put in a corner.”

Dorothy reflected for a moment and then called out,
“But, you know, that depends altogether on the size of
the corner.”

“Oh, no, it does n’t!” said the little voice, very con-
fidently. “All corners are the same size if you only
get close enough to ’em.”

“Dear me!” said Dorothy to herself, “how very
intelligent she is! I must have a look at her”;
and, pushing the leaves gently aside, she cautiously
peeped out.

It was a charming little dell, carpeted with fine moss,
and with strange-looking wild flowers and tall nod-
ding grasses growing about the sides of it; but, to
Dorothy’s astonishment, the fairy proved to be an
extremely small field-mouse, sitting up like a little
pug-dog and gazing attentively at the thicket: ‘and



THE SONG IN THE DELL 91

T think”—the Mouse went on, as if it were tired of
waiting for an answer to its last remark—“ I think a
child shouldbe six inches tall, at least.”

This was so ridiculous that Dorothy had to put her



“PUSHING THE LEAVES GENTLY ASIDE, SHE CAUTIOUSLY PEEPED OUT.”

hand over her mouth to keep from screaming with
laughter. “Why,” she exclaimed, “I used to be ”—and
here she had to stop and count up on her fingers as



92 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

if she were doing a sum—“I used to be eight times as
big as that, myself.”

“Tut, tut!—” said the Mouse, and the “tuts”
sounded like beads dropping into a pill-box—“ tut,
tut! Don’t tell me such rubbish!”

“Oh, you need n’t tut me,” said Dorothy. “It’s the
exact truth.”

“Then I don’t understand it,” said the Mouse, shak-
ing its head in a puzzled way. “J always thought
children grew the other way.”

“Well, you see,—” said Dorothy, in her old-fashioned
way,—“‘you see, I ’ve been very much reduced.” (She
thought afterward that this sounded rather as if she
had lost all her property, but it was the only thing she
could think of to say at the time.)

“T don’t see it at all,” said the Mouse, fretfully, “and
what ’s more, I don’t see you; in fact, I don’t think
you ought to be hiding in the bushes and chattering at
- Ine in this way.”

This seemed to Dorothy to be a very personal re-
mark, and she answered, rather indignantly, “And why
not, I. should like to know?”

‘‘Because,”—said the Mouse in a very superior man-
ner,—“‘ because little children should be seen and not
heard.”



THE SONG IN THE DELL 93

“Hoity-toity!” said Dorothy, very sharply. (I don’t
think she had the slightest idea of what this meant,
but she had read somewhere in a book that it was an
expression used when other persons gave themselves
airs, and she thought she would try the effect of it on
the Mouse.) But, to her great disappointment, the




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Mouse made no reply of any kind, and after picking a
leaf and holding it up to its eyes for a moment, as if
it were having a cry in its small way, the poor little
-ereature turned about and ran into the thicket at the
further side of the dell.



94. THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

Dorothy was greatly distressed at this, and, jJump-
ing out of the bushes into the dell, she began calling,
“Mousie! Mousie! Come back! I did n’t mean it,
dear. It was only an esperiment.” But there was no
answer, and, stooping down at the place where the
Mouse had disappeared, she looked into the thicket.
There was nothing there but a very small squirrel
eating a nut; and, after staring at her for a moment
in great astonishment, he threw the nut in her face
and scampered off into the bushes.

“Nice manners, upon my word!” said Dorothy, in
great indignation at this treatment, and then, standing
up, she gazed about the dell rather disconsolately; but
there was no living thing in sight except a fat butter-
fly lazily swinging up and down on a blade of grass.
Dorothy touched him with her finger to see if he were
awake, but the Butterfly gave himself an impatient
shake, and said, fretfully, ‘Oh, don’t,” and, after wait-
ing a moment, to be sure that was all he had to say,
she walked mournfully away through the wood.



CHAPTER VIII

SOMETHING ABOUT THE CAMEL

Tre wood was n't nearly so pleasant now as it had
been before, and Dorothy was quite pleased when, after —
walking a little way, she came in sight again of the
bank covered with rocking-chairs, and running up, she
hurried through the little door into the toy-shop.

Everything was just as she had left it, and the stream
was running merrily under the castle bridge; but just
as she was going by, the bridge itself began hitching
up in the middle and pawing, as it were, at the banks
of the stream in such an extraordinary manner that
she stopped to see what was going to happen.

“Tt °g gure to be something wonderous,” she said to
herself, as she stood watching it, and she was quite
right about this, for the bridge presently turned into a
remarkably spirited rocking-horse (dappled, with black
spots scattered about), and after rocking back and forth
once or twice, as if to be sure it really was a horse, set-
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96 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

anything else. In fact, with the exception of a large
fly, about as big as one of Dorothy’s feet, that was
buzzing about, everything in the window was now per-
fectly quiet, and drawing a long breath of relief, she
walked away through the shop.

As she walked along on the shelf, she presently came
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THROUGH HIS SPY-GLASS.”
THE
ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

BY

CHARLES E. CARRYL

AUTHOR OF ‘‘DAVY AND THE GOBLIN”

WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY”
REGINALD B. BIRCH



NEW YORK

THE CENTURY CO.
1892
CoPYRIGHT, 1891, 1892, BY THE CENTURY Co.

THE DE VINNE PRESS
TO CONSTANCE

SwEET CHATTERBOX, ’T IS THOU THAT HAST BEGUILED

My FANCY, AS IT DREW THE LITTLE CHILD

WHo IN THESE PAGES LIVES; HER GENTLE WAYS

ARE BUT THE REFLEX OF THY ROUND OF DAYS.

THE TRIP OF SYLLABLE I HELD 80 DEAR,

AND ALL THY SMALL REMARKS, ARE TREASURED HERE —
CHARMED BY THE ALCHEMY OF LOVE TO STAY

THE WHILE THY BLISSFUL CHILDHOOD SLIPS AWAY.

KIND LITTLE HEART, THAT KNOWS NO SELFISH THOUGHT,
READ HERE THE TALE THAT THOU, THYSELF, HAST WROUGHT!

CONTENTS

CHAPTER I
DoRoTHY AND THE ADMIRAL

CHAPTER II
Toe Ferry TO NOWHERE ©

CHAPTER IIT
Tur CRUISE OF THE SIDEBOARD

CHAPTER IV
TREE-TOP COUNTRY
CHAPTER V
Bos Scaruer’s GARDEN
CHAPTER VI

- In tHe Toy-sHop

CHAPTER VII
Troe Sone In THE DELL .

CHAPTER VIII
SomETHING ABOUT THE CAMEL .

CHAPTER IX
Tor Camet’s CoMPLAINT .

CHAPTER X

THE Sizinc TowEr

CHAPTER XI
Tur Danoina ANIMALS

CHAPTER XII

THe Caravan Comes Home

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“Tan ADMIRAL SAT UP AND GAZED ABOUT WITH A COMPLA-
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“siny ’RE ENTIRELY DIFFERENT FROM MINE, ANYHOW,’ SAID
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GhOCK ye ey ee eens 2G

“(Dpar mE!’ SHE EXCLAIMED, ‘HERE COMES ALL THE FUR-
NERURM es Se ea ee OO)

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“Tym SIDEBOARD SLOWLY FLOATED ALONG THROUGH THIS
STRANGE FOREST ”

DOROTHY MAKES A CALL IN THE TREE-TOP COUNTRY .
THE EXTRAORDINARY Post-CapTain ...... .47 and
“Fig DID A LITTLE FIFING ON THE EDGES OF THE NOTE” .

“Qrp PETER CAUGHT THE PIRATE, AND HE TOOK HIM BY
THE NECK”

“He WAS WALKING ABOUT WITH HIS HANDS IN HIS WAIST-
COAT-POCKETS” .

“THERE WERE PLANTS LOADED DOWN WITH LITTLE PINAFORES,
AND SHRUBS WITH SMALL SHOES GROWING ALL OVER
THEM ”

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“Ton HIGHLANDER, WITH HIS USUAL BAD LUCK, HAD PUT
ON HIS SUNBONNET BACKWARD” .

“¢Vou KNOW YOUR SIZE DOES COME IN DOZENS, ASSORTED,’
CONTINUED THE JACK”

“HE SAILED AWAY UNDER THE BRIDGE” .

“SHB FOUND IT RATHER TRYING TO HER NERVES, AT FIRST,
TO MEET WITH RABBITS AS BIG AS HORSES ”

“ To BE CHATTERED AT BY SQUIRRELS A HEAD TALLER
THAN SHE HERSELF WAS” . .

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GREAT AGITATION, AND HURRIED AWAY” ..-.---: 101
“A DOOR AT THE BACK OF THE SHOP OPENED AND THEY ALL

RUSHED OUT? oe i ee 102
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Tre CARAVAN DISCIPLINE THE CAMEL ......-.-.- - 109

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AND THE NEXT MOMENT SHE WAS DANCING IN THE
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“By THIS TIME THEY WERE RUNNING SO FAST THAT SHE
COULD HARDLY KEEP UP WITH THEM” ....... . 185

“Tp sLOWLY CHANGED TO A BIRD-CAGE WITH A ROBIN SITTING
TNE ara es eee oS

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CHAPTER I

DOROTHY AND THE ADMTRAL

Tue Blue Admiral Inn stood on the edge of the
shore, with its red brick walls, and its gabled roof,
and the old willow-trees that overhung it, all reflected
in the quiet water as if the harbor had been a great
mirror lying upon its back in the sun. This made it
a most attractive place to look at. Then there were
crisp little dimity curtains hanging in the windows of


12 | THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

the coffee-room and giving great promise of tidiness |
and comfort within, and this made it a most delightful
place to think about. And then there was a certain
suggestion of savory cooking in the swirl of the smoke
that came out of the tall, old-fashioned chimneys, and
this made it a most difficult place to stay away from.
In fact, if any ships had chanced to come into the
little harbor, I believe everybody on board of them,
from the captains down to the cabin-boys, would have
scrambled into the boats the moment the anchors were
down and pulled away for the Blue Admiral Inn.
But, so far as ships were concerned, the harbor was
as dead as a door-nail, and poor old Uncle Porticle, who
kept the inn, had long ago given up all idea of expect-
ing them, and had fallen into a melancholy habit of
standing in the little porch that opened on the village
street, gazing first to the right and then to the left,
and lastly at the opposite side of the way, as if he had
a fait hope that certain seafaring men were about to
steal a march upon him from the land-side of the town.
And Dorothy, who was a lonely little child, with no
‘one in the world to care for but Uncle Porticle, had
also fallen into a habit of sitting on the step of the
porch by way of keeping him company; and here
DOROTHY AND THE ADMIRAL 13

they passed many quiet hours together, with the big
robin hopping about in his cage, and with the Admiral
himself, on his pedestal beside the porch, keeping watch
and ward over the fortunes of the inn.

Now the Admiral was only
a yard high, and was made of
wood into the bargain; but he
was a fine figure of a man for
all that, being dressed in a
very beautiful blue coat (as
befitted his name) and ca-
nary-colored knee-breeches,and
wearing a fore-and-aft hat
rakishly perched on the back
of his head. On the other
hand, he had sundry stray
cracks in the calves of his
legs, and was badly battered





about the nose; but, after all,
this only gave him a certain
weather-beaten appearance as
if he had been around the

world any number of times

THE ADMIRAL.



in all sorts of company; and
14 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

for as long as Dorothy could remember he had been
standing on his pedestal beside the porch, enjoying
the sunshine and defying the rain, as a gallant officer



should, and earnestly gazing at the
opposite side of the street through a
spy-glass.

Now, what the Admiral was star-
ing at was a mystery. He might, for
instance, have been looking at the
wooden Highlander that stood at the
door of Mr. Pendle’s instrument-shop,
for nothing more magnificent than this
particular Highlander could possibly
be imagined. His clothes were of
every color of the rainbow, and he
had silver buckles on his shoes, and



brass buttons on his coat, and he was
varnished to such an extent that you
could hardly look at him without
winking. Then his hair and his whiskers were so red,

. THE HIGHLANDER.

and his legs were so pink and so fat and so lifelike, that
_ it.seemed as if you could almost hear him speak; and,
what was more, he had been standing for years at the
door of the shop, proudly holding up a preposterous :


DOROTHY AND THE ADMIRAL 15

wooden watch that gave half-past three as the correct
time at all hours of the day and night. In fact, it
would have been no great wonder if the Admiral had.
stared at him to the end of his days.

Then there was Sir Walter Rosettes, a long-bodied
little man in a cavalier’s
cloak, with a ruff about his
neck and enormous rosettes
on his shoes, who stood
on a pedestal at old Mrs.
Peevy’s garden gate, offer-
ing an imitation tobacco-
plant, free of charge, as
it were, to any one who
would take the trouble of
carrying it home. This bold



device was intended to call

attention to the fact that .
Mrs. Peevy kept a tobacco-shop in the front parlor of
her little cottage behind the hollyhock bushes, the

announcement being backed up by the spectacle of

SIR WALTER ROSETTES.

three pipes arranged in a tripod in the window, and
by the words “ Smokers’ Emporium” displayed in gold
letters on the glass; and, by the way, Dorothy knew
16 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

perfectly well who tis little man was, as somebody
had taken the trouble of writing his name with a lead-
pencil on his pedestal just below the toes of his shoes.

And lastly there was old Mrs. Peevy herself, who
might be seen at any hour of the day, sitting at the
door of her cottage, fast asleep in the shade of her big
cotton umbrella with the Chinese mandarin for a han-
dle. She was n’t much to look at, perhaps, but there
was no‘way of getting at the Admiral’s taste im such
matters, so he stared through his spy-glass year in and
year out, and nobody was any the wiser.

Now from sitting so much in the porch and turning
these things over in her mind, Dorothy had come to
know the Admiral and the Highlander and Sir Walter
Rosettes as well as she could possibly know persons
who did n’t know her, and who could n't have spoken
to her if they had known her; but nothing came of the
acquaintance until a certain Christmas eve. Of course,
nobody knew better than Dorothy what Christmas eve
should be like. The snow should be falling softly, and
just enough should come down to cover up the pave-
ments and make the streets look beautifully white and
clean, and to edge the trees and the lamp-posts and

the railings as if they were trimmed with soft lace;

Seale


DOROTHY AND THE ADMIRAL 17

and just enough to tempt children to come out, and
not so much as to keep grown people at home—in fact,
just enough for Christmas eve, and not a bit more.

Then the streets should be full of people hurrying
along and all carrying plenty of parcels; and the win-
dows should be very gay with delightful wreaths of
greens, and bunches of holly with plenty of scarlet ber-
ries on them, and the greengrocers should have little
forests of assorted hemlock-trees on the sidewalks in
front of their shops, and everything should be as cheer-
ful and as bustling as possible. |

And, if you liked, there might be just a faint smell
of cooking floating about in the air, but this was not
important by any means, as it might happen at any
time.

Well, all these good old-fashioned things came to pass
on this particular Christmas eve except the snow; and
in place of that there came a soft, warm rain which
was all very well in its way, except that, as Dorothy
said, “It did n’t belong on Christmas eve.” And just
at nightfall she went out into the porch to smell the
rain, and to see how Christmas matters generally were
getting on in the wet; and she was watching the people
hurrying by, and trying to fancy what was in the mys-

3 es
18 _ THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

terious-looking parcels they were carrying so carefully
under their umbrellas, when she suddenly noticed that
the toes of the Admiral’s shoes were turned sideways
on his pedestal, and looking up at him she saw that
he had tucked his spy-glass under his arm, and was
gazing down backward at his legs with an air of great
concern.

This was so startling that Dorothy almost jumped
out of her shoes, and she was just turning to run back
into the house when the Admiral caught sight of her,
and called out excitedly, “Cracks in my legs!”—and
then stared hard at her as if demanding some sort of
an explanation of this extraordinary state of affairs.

Dorothy was dreadfully frightened, but she was a
very polite little girl, and would have answered the
town pump if it had spoken to her; so she swallowed |
down a great lump that had come up into her throat,
and said, as respectfully as she could, “I’m very sorry,
sir. I suppose it must be becatse they are so very
old.” ;

“Old!” exclaimed the Admiral, thaking a desperate
attempt to get a view of his legs through his spy-glass.
“Why, they ’re no older than J am”; and, upon think-
ing it over, this seemed so very true that Dorothy felt


DOROTHY AND THE ADMIRAL 19

quite ashamed of her
remark and stood
looking at him in a
rather foolish way.

“Try again,” said
the Admiral, with a
patronizing air.

“No,” said Doro-
thy, gravely shaking
her head, “I’m sure
I don’t know any
other reason; only it
seems rather strange,
you know, that you’ve
never even seen them
before.”

“Tf you mean my
legs,” said: the Ad-
miral, “of course I’ve
seen them before—





“THE ADMIRAL, MAKING A DESPERATE ATTEMPT TO
. GET A VIEW OF HIS LEGS THROUGH HIS SPY-GLASS.””

lots of times. But I ’ve never seen ’em behind. That

is,” he added by way of explanation. “I ’ve never seen

’em behind before.”

‘“‘But I mean the cracks,” said Dorothy, with a faint
20 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

smile. You see she was beginning to feel a little ac-
quainted with the Admiral by this time, and the con-
versation did n’t seem to be quite so solemn as it had
been when he first began talking.

“Then you should say ‘seen ’em before behind,’” said
the Admiral. “That ’s where they ’ve always been, you
know.”

Dorothy did n’t know exactly what reply to make to
this remark; but she thought she ought to say some-
thing by way of helping along the conversation, so she



began, “I suppose it ’s kind of ” and here she
stopped to think of the word she wanted.

“Kind of what?” said the Admiral severely.

“Kind of—cripplesome, is n’t it?” said Dorothy
rather confusedly.

“ Cripplesome ?” exclaimed the Admiral. “Why,
that ’s no word for it. It’s positively decrepitoo-
dle——” here he paused for a moment and got ex-
tremely red in the face, and then finished up with
“___Joodelarious,” and stared hard at her again, as if
inquiring what she thought of that.

“ Goodness!” said Dorothy, drawing a long breath,
“what a word!”

“Well, it 7s rather a word,” said the Admiral with a
DOROTHY AND THE ADMIRAL 21

very satisfied air. ‘“ You see, it means about everything

that can happen to a person’s legs ——” but just here

his remarks came abruptly to an end, for as he was
strutting about on his pedestal, he suddenly slipped off
the edge of it and came to the ground flat on his back.

Dorothy gave a little scream of dismay; but the Ad-

miral, who did n’t appear to be in the least disturbed

by this accident, sat
up and gazed about
with a complacent
smile. Then, getting
on his feet, he took
a pipe out of his
pocket, and lit it
with infinite relish;
and having turned up
his coat-collar by way
of keeping the rest
of his clothes dry,
he started off down
the street without



“THE ADMIRAL SAT UP AND GAZED ABOUT WITH A
COMPLACENT SMILE.”’

another word. The people going by had all disap-
peared in the most unaccountable manner, and Dor-
othy could see him quite plainly as he walked along,
OO Nis THE ADMIRAL'’S CARAVAN

tacking from one side of the street to the other with
a strange rattling noise, and blowing little puffs of
smoke into the air like a shabby little steam-tug going
to sea in a storm.

Now all this was extremely exciting, and. Dorothy,
quite forgetting the rain, ran down the street a little
way so as to keep the Admiral in sight. “It’s pre-
cisely like a doll going traveling all by itself,” she
exclaimed as she ran along. “How he rattles! I sup-
pose that ’s his little cracked legs—and goodness gra-
cious, how he smokes!” she added, for by this time
the Admiral had fired up, so to speak, as if he were
bound on a long journey,. and was blowing out such
clouds of smoke that he presently quite shut himself
out from view. The smoke smelt somewhat like burnt
feathers, which, of course, was not very agreeable, but
the worst of it was that when Dorothy turned to run
home again she discovered that she could n’t see her
way back to the porch, and she was feeling about for
it with her hands stretched out, when the smoke sud-
denly cleared away and she found that the inn, and Mr.
Pendle’s shop, and Mrs. Peevy’s cottage had all disap-
peared like a street in a pantomime, and that she was

standing quite-alone before a strange little stone house.


CHAPTER II
THE FERRY TO NOWHERE

THE rain had stopped, and the moon was shining
through the breaking clouds, and as Dorothy looked up
at the little stone house she saw that it had an arch-
way through it with “rerry” in large letters on the
wall above it. Of course she had no idea of going by
herself over a strange ferry; but she was an extremely
curious little girl, as you will presently see, and so she
immediately ran through the archway to see. what the
ferry was like and where it took people, but, to her
surprise, instead of coming out at the water side, she
came into a strange, old-fashioned-looking street as
crooked as it could possibly be, and lined on both sides
by tall houses with sharply peaked roofs looming up
against the evening sky.

There was no one in sight but a stork. He was a
very tall stork with red legs, and wore a sort of paper
bag on his head with “FERRYMAN” written across .the
front of it; and as Dorothy appeared he held out one
24 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

of his claws and said, “ Fare, please,” in quite a matter-
of-fact way.

Dorothy was positively certain that she had n’t any
money, but she put her hand into the pocket of her
apron, partly for the sake of appearances, and partly.
because she was a little afraid of the Stork, and, to her
surprise, pulled out a large cake. It was nearly as big
as a saucer, and was marked “ONE BISKER”; and as
this seemed to show that it had some value, she handed
it to the ferryman. The Stork turned it over several
times rather suspiciously, and then, taking a large bite
out of it, remarked, “Very good fare,” and dropped
the rest of it into a little hole in the wall; and hav-
ing done this he stared gravely at Dorothy for a mo-
ment, and then said, “‘ What makes your legs bend. the
wrong way?”

“Why, they don’t!” said Dorothy, looking down at
them to see if anything had happened to them.

“They ’re entirely different from mine, anyhow,” said
the Stork.

“But, you know,” said Dorothy very earnestly, “I
could n’t sit down if they bent the other way.” 3

“ Sitting down is all very well,” said the Stork, with
a solemn shake of his head, “but you could n’t collect
THE FERRY TO NOWHERE 25

fares with ’em, to save your life,” and with this he went
into the house and shut the door.

“Tt seems to me this is a very strange adventure,”
said Dorothy to herself. “It appears to-be most-
ly about people’s
legs,” and she was
gazing down again
in a puzzled way
at her little black
stockings when she
heard a cough, and
looking up she saw
that the Stork had
his head out of a
small round win-
dow in the wall of
the house.



“ (THEY ’RE ENTIRELY DIFFERENT FROM MINE,
Took here,” he 4 ANYHOW,’ SAID THE STORK.”

said confidentially,

“T forgot to ask what your fare was for.” He
said this in a sort of husky whisper, and as Dorothy
looked up at him it seemed something like listen-
ing to an enormous cuckoo-clock with a bad cold in

its works.
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26 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN



“IT SEEMED LIKE LISTENING TO AN ENORMOUS: CUCKOO-CLOCK.”

“TJ don’t think I know exactly what it was for,” she
said, rather confusedly.

“Well, it ’s got to be for something, you know, or it

- won’t be fair,” said the Stork. “I suppose you don’t
THE FERRY TO NOWHERE 27

want to go over the ferry?” he added, cocking his
head on one side, and looking down at her, inquiringly.

“Oh, no indeed!” said Dorothy, very earnestly.

“ That ’s lucky,” said the Stork. ‘It does n’t go any-
where that it ever gets to. Perhaps you ’d like to hear
about it. It’s in poetry, you know.”

“Thank you,” said Dorothy politely. “I ’d like it very _
much.”

“All right,” said the Stork. ‘The werses is called
‘A Ferry Tale’”; and, giving another cough to clear

his voice, he began:

Oh, come and cross over to nowhere,
And go where
The nobodies live on their nothing a day!
A tideful of tricks is this merry
Old Ferry,
And these are the things that it does by the way:

It pours into parks and disperses
The nurses ;
It goes into gardens and scatters the cats;
Ji leaks into lodgings, disorders
The boarders,
And washes away with their holiday hats.
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THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

It soaks into shops, and mspires
The buyers
To crawl over counters and climb upon chairs;
It trickles on tailors, it spatters
On hatters,
And makes litile milliners scamper up-stairs.

Tt goes out of town and it rambles
Through brambles ;
It wallows in hollows and dives into dells ;
Tt flows into farm-yards and sickens
The chickens, —
And washes the wheelbarrows into the wells.

It turns into taverns and drenches
The benches ;
It jumps into pumps and comes out with a roar ;
It pounds like a postman at lodges —
Then dodges
And runs up the lane when they open the door.

Tt leaks into laundries and wrangles

With mangles ;
Tt trips over turnips and tumbles down-hill ;
It rolls like a coach along highways

And byways,

But never gets anywhere, go as it will!


THE FERRY TO NOWHERE 29

Oh, foolish old Ferry! all muddles
And puddles —
Go fribble and dribble along on your way ;
We drink to your health with molasses.
In glasses,
And waft you farewell with a handful of hay !

“What do you make out of it?” inquired the Stork
anxiously. :

“T don’t make anything out of it,” said Dorothy,
staring at him in great perplexity.

“T did n’t suppose you would,” said the Stork, ap-
parently very much relieved. “TI ’ve been at it for years
and years, and I ’ve never made sixpence out of it
yet,” with which remark he pulled in his head and
disappeared.

“T don’t know what he means, I ’m sure,” said Doro-
thy, after waiting a moment to see if the Stork would
come back, “but I would n’t go over that ferry for
sizty sixpences. It ’s altogether too frolicky”; and
having made this wise resolution, she was just turning
to go back through the archway when the door of the
house flew open and a little stream of water ran out
upon the pavement. This was immediately followed by
another and much larger flow, and the next moment
30 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

the water came pouring out through the doorway in
such a torrent that she had just time to scramble up
on the window-ledge before the street was completely
flooded.

Dorothy’s first idea was that there was something
wrong with the pipes, but as she peeped in curiously
through the window she was astonished to see that it



































































“DEAR ME!’ SHE EXCLAIMED, ‘HERE COMES ALL THE FURNITURE!’ ”
pe angen” ar ete Ne

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was raining hard inside the house—‘“‘and dear me!”
she exclaimed, “here comes all the furniture!” and,
sure enough, the next moment a lot of old-fashioned
furniture came floating out of the house and drifted
away down the street. There was a corner cupboard |
full of crockery, and two spinning-wheels, and a spin-
dle-legged table set out with a blue-and-white tea-set
and some cups and saucers, and finally a carved side-
board which made two or three clumsy attempts to
get through the doorway broadside on, and then took
a fresh start, and came through endwise with a great .
flourish. All of these things made quite a little fleet,
and the effect was very imposing; but by this time
the water was quite up to the window-ledge, and as
the sideboard was a fatherly-looking piece of furni-
ture with plenty of room to move about in, Dorothy
stepped aboard of it as it went by, and, sitting down
on a little shelf that ran along the back of it, sailed
away in the wake of the tea-table.
CHAPTER III
THE CRUISE OF THE SIDEBOARD

Tae sideboard behaved in the most absurd manner,
spinning around and around in the water, and banging
about among the other furniture as if it had never
been at sea before, and finally bringing up against the
tea-table with a crash in the stupidest way imaginable,
and knocking the tea-set and all the cups and saucers
into the water. Dorothy felt very ridiculous as you
may suppose, and, to add to her mortification, the Stork
ferryman suddenly reappeared, and she could see him
running along the roofs of the houses, and now and
then stopping to stare down at her from the eaves as
she sailed by, as if she were the most extraordinary
spectacle he had ever seen, as indeed she probably
was. Sometimes he waited until the sideboard had
floated some distance past him as if to see how it
| looked, gazed at from behind; and then Dorothy would
catch sight of him again far ahead, peering out from —
behind a chimney, as if to get a front view of the per-
THE CRUISE OF THE SIDEBOARD 83

formance. All this was, of course, very impertinent, :
and although Dorothy was naturally a very -kind-
hearted little child, she was really quite gratified when
the Stork finally. made an attempt to get a new view
of her from the top of an unusually tall chimney, and
fell down into it with a loud screech of dismay.

Presently the street ended at a great open space
where the water spread out in every direction, like a
lake. The day seemed to be breaking, and it was
quite light; and as the sideboard sailed out into the
open water, Dorothy caught sight of something like a
fat-looking boat, floating at a little distance and slowly
drifting toward her. As it came nearer it proved to _
be Mrs. Peevy’s big umbrella upside down, with a little
party of people sitting around on the edge of it with
their feet against the handle, and, to Dorothy’s amaze-
’ ment, she knew every one of them. There was the
- Admiral, staring about with his spy-glass, and Sir Wal-
ter Rosettes, carefully carrying his tobacco-plant as if
it were a nosegay, and the Highlander, with his big
watch dangling in the water over the side of the um-
brella; and last, there was the little Chinese mandarin
clinging convulsively to the top of the handle as if he
were keeping a lookout from the masthead.

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34 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

The sideboard brought up against the edge of the
umbrella with a soft little bump, and the Admiral,
hurriedly pointing his spy-glass at Dorothy so that
the end of it almost touched her nose, exclaimed ex-





“THE ADMIRAL EXCLAIMED: ‘THERE SHE I8! I CAN SEE HER QUITE PLAINLY!’”

citedly, “There she is! I can see her quite plainly,”
and the whole party gave an exultant shout.

“How are you getting on now?” inquired Sir Wal-
ter, as if he had had her under close observation for a
week at least.
THE CRUISE OF THE SIDEBOARD 35

“T ™ getting on pretty well,” said Dorothy, mourn-
fully. ‘I believe I ’m crossing a ferry.”

“So are we,” said the Admiral, cheerfully. “We ’re
a Caravan, you know.”

“A Caravan?” exclaimed Dorothy, very much sur-

prised.
-“T believe I said ‘Caravan’ quite distinctly,” said
the Admiral in an injured tone, appealing to the rest
of the party; but no one said anything except the
Highlander, who hastily consulted his watch and then
exclaimed “ Hurrah!” rather doubtfully.

“T understood what you said,” explained Dorothy,
“but I don’t think I know exactly what you mean.”

“Never mind what he means,” shouted Sir Walter.
“ That ’s of no consequence.”

“No consequence!” exclaimed the Admiral, flaring
up. “Why, I mean more in a minute than you do in
a week!” .

“You say more in a minute than anybody could
mean in a month,” retorted Sir Walter, flourishing his
tobacco-plant.

' “T ean talk a year without meaning anything,” said
the Highlander, proudly; but no one took any notice of
this remark, which, of course, served him right.
36 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

The Admiral stared at Sir Walter for a moment
through his spy-glass, and then said very firmly,
“You ’re a pig!” at which the Highlander again con-
sulted his watch, and then shouted, “Two pigs!” with
great enthusiasm, as if that were the time of day.

“And you ’re another,” said Sir Walter, angrily.
“Tf it comes to that, we ’re all pigs.”

“Dear me!” cried Dorothy, quite distressed at all
this. ‘What makes you all quarrel so? You ought
to be ashamed of yourselves.”

“We ’re all ashamed of one another, if that will do
any good,” said the Admiral.

“And, you see, that gives each of us two persons to
be ashamed of,” added Sir Walter, with an air of great
satisfaction.

“But that is n’t what I mean at all,” said Dorothy.
“T mean that each one of you ought to be ashamed
of himself.”

“Why, we ’re each being ashamed of by two persons
already,” said the Admiral, peevishly. “I should think
that was enough to satisfy anybody.”

“But that is n’t the same thing,” insisted Dorothy.
“Bach particular him ought to be ashamed of each
particular self.” This remark sounded very fine indeed,
THE CRUISE OF THE SIDEBOARD 37

and Dorothy felt so pleased with herself: for having
made it that she went on to say, “And the truth of
it is, you all argue precisely like a lot of little school-
children.”

Now, Dorothy herself was only about four feet high,
but she said this in such a superior manner that the
entire Caravan stared.at her with great admiration for
a moment, and then began to give a little cheer; but
. Just at this instant the umbrella made a great plunge,
as if somebody had given it a sudden push, and the
whole party tumbled into the bottom of it like a lot of
dolls. :

“What kind of a boat do you call this?” shouted
Sir Walter, as they all scrambled to their feet and
clung desperately to the handle.

“Tt ’s a paragondola,” said the Admiral, who had
suddenly become very pale. ‘You see, it is n’t exactly
like an ordinary ship.”

“I should think not!” said Sir Walter, indignantly.
“Id as lief go to sea in a toast-rack. Why don’t you
bring her head up to the wind?” he shouted as the
paragondola took another plunge.

“I can’t!” cried the Admiral, despairingly; “she
has n’t got any head.”
38 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

“Then put me ashore!” roared Sir Walter, furiously.
Now this was all very well for Sir Walter to say,
but by this time the paragondola was racing through
the water at such a rate that even the sideboard could
hardly keep up with it; and the waves were tossing
about in such wild confusion that it was perfectly
ridiculous for any one to talk about going ashore. In
fact, it was a most exciting moment. The air was
filled with flying spray, and the paragondola dashed
ahead faster and faster, until at last Dorothy could no
longer hear the sound of the voices, and she could just
see that they were throwing the big watch overboard .
as if to lighten the ship. Then she caught sight of the
Highlander trying to climb up the handle, and Sir
Walter frantically beating him on the back with the
tobacco-plant, and the next moment there was another
wild plunge and the paragondola and Caravan vanished
from sight.
CHAPTER IV
TREE-TOP COUNTRY

Tr was a very curious thing that the storm seemed
to follow the Caravan as if it were a private affair of
their own, and the paragondola had no sooner disap-
peared than Dorothy found herself sailing along as
quietly as if such a thing as bad weather had never
been heard of. But there was something very lonely
about the sideboard now, as it went careering through
the water, and she felt quite disconsolate as she sat on
the little shelf and wondered what had become of the
Caravan.

“Tf Mrs. Peevy’s umbrella shuts up with them in-
side of it,” she said mournfully to herself, “I’m sure
I don’t know what they ‘ll do. It’s such a stiff thing
to open that it must be perfectly awful when it shuts
up all of a sudden,” and she was just giving a little
shudder at the mere thought of such a thing, when the
sideboard bumped up against something and she found
that it had run into a tree. In fact, she found that
40 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

she had drifted into a forest of enormous trees, grow-
ing in a most remarkable manner straight up out of the
lake; and as she looked up she could see great branches
stretching out in every direction far above her head, all
interlaced together and covered with leaves as if it had
been midsummer instead of being, as it certainly was,
Christmas day.

As the sideboard slowly floated along through this
strange forest, Dorothy presently discovered that each

















“THE SIDEBOARD SLOWLY FLOATED ALONG THROUGH THIS STRANGE FOREST.”
TREE-TOP COUNTRY 41

tree had a little door in it, close to the water’s edge,
with a small platform before it by way of a door-step,
as if the people who lived in the trees had a fancy for
going about visiting in boats. But she could n’t help
wondering who in the world, or, rather, who in the
trees, the people went to see, for all the little doors
were shut as tight as wax, and had notices posted up
on them, such as “No admittance,” ‘““Go away,” “Gone
to Persia,” and many others, all of which Dorothy con-
sidered extremely rude, especially one notice which
read, ‘Beware of the Pig,” as if the person who lived
in that particular tree was too stingy to keep a dog.

Now all this was very distressing, because, in the
first place, Dorothy was extremely fond of visiting, and,
in the second place, she was getting rather tired of
sailing about on the sideboard; and she was therefore
greatly pleased when she presently came to a door
without any notice upon it. There was, moreover, a
bright little brass knocker on this door, and as this
seemed to show that people were expected to call there
if they felt like it, she waited until the sideboard was
passing close to the platform and then gave a little
jump ashore. ie

The sideboard took a great roll backward and held

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49 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

up its front feet as if expressing its surprise at this
proceeding, and as it pitched forward again the doors
of it flew open, and a number of large pies fell out
into the water and floated away in all directions. To
Dorothy’s amazement, the sideboard immediately started
off after them, and began pushing them together, like
a shepherd’s dog collecting a flock of runaway sheep;
and then, having got them all together in a compact
bunch, sailed solemnly away, shoving the pies ahead
of it.

Dorothy now looked at the door again, and saw that
it was standing partly open. The doorway was only
about as high as her shoulder, and as she stooped
down and looked through it she saw there was a small
winding stairway inside, leading up through the body
of the tree. She listened for a moment, but every-
thing was perfectly quiet inside, so she squeezed in
through the doorway and ran up the stairs as fast as
she could go. ;

The stairway ended at the top in a sort of trap-door,
and Dorothy popped up through it like a jack-in-the-
box; but instead of coming out, as she expected,
among the branches of the tree, she found herself in a
wide, open field as flat as a pancake, and with a small
TREE-TOP COUNTRY 43

house standing far out in the middle of it. It was a
bright and sunny place, and quite like an ordinary field
in every way except that, in place of grass, it had a



DOROTHY MAKES A CALL IN THE TREE-TOP COUNTRY.

curious floor of branches, closely braided together like
the bottom of a market-basket; but, as this seemed
natural enough, considering that the field was in the
44 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

top of a tree, Dorothy hurried away to the little house
without giving the floor a second thought.

As she came up to the house she saw that it was a
charming little cottage with vines trained about the
latticed windows, and with a sign over the door,

THE OUTSIDE INN

““T suppose they ’ll take me for a customer,” she said,
looking rather doubtfully at the sign, “and I have n’t
got any money. But I ’m very little, and I won’t stay

reading —

very long,” she added, by way of excusing herself, and
as she said this she softly pushed open the door and
went in. To her great surprise, there was no inside
to the house, and she came out into the field again
on the other side of the door. The wall on this side,
however, was nicely papered, and had pictures hanging
on it, and there were curtains at the windows as if it
had been one side of a room at some time or another;
but there was a notice pasted up beside the door,

THE INN-SIDE OUT

reading —
TREE-TOP COUNTRY 45

as if the rest of the house had gone out for a walk,
and might be expected back at any time.

Now, as you may suppose, Dorothy was quite un-
prepared for all this, and she was looking about in
great astonishment when she suddenly discovered that
the furniture was at home, and was standing in a
rather lonely manner quite by itself in the open field.
It was, moreover, the strangest-looking furniture she
had ever seen, for it was growing directly out of the
floor in a twisted-up fashion, something like the grape-
vine chairs in Uncle Porticle’s garden; but*the oddest
part of it all was a ridiculous-looking bed with leaves
sprouting out of its legs, and with great pink blossoms
growing on the bed-posts like the satin bows on Doro-
thy’s little bed at the Blue Admiral Inn. All this was
so remarkable that she went over to where the furniture
was standing to take a closer look at it ; and as she
came up alongside the bed she was amazed to see that
the Caravan, all three of them, were lying in it in a
row, with their eyes closed as if they were fast asleep.
This was such an unexpected sight that Dorothy
first drew a long breath of astonishment and then ex-
claimed, “Jiminy!” which was a word she used only
on particular occasions; and, as she said this, the
‘AG THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

Caravan opened their eyes and stared at her like so
many owls.

“Why, what are you all doing here?” she said; at
which the Admiral sat up in bed, and after taking a
hurried look at her through his spy-glass, said, ‘“ Ship-
wrecked!” in a solemn voice and then lay down again.

“Did the paragonorer shut up with you?” inquired
Dorothy, anxiously.

“Ves, ma’am,” said the Admiral.

“And squashed us,” added Sir Walter.

“Like everything,” put in the Highlander.

“T was afraid it would,” said Dorothy, sorrowfully ;
“T spose it was something like being at sea in a cor-
nucopia.” |

“Does a cornucopia have things in it that pinch
your legs?” inquired Sir Walter, with an air of great
interest.

“Oh, no,” said Dorothy.

“Then it was n’t like it at all,” said Sir Walter,
peevishly.

“Tt was about as much like it,” said the Admiral,
“as a pump is like a post-captain”; and he said this
in such a positive way that Dorothy did n’t like to

contradict him. In fact she really did n’t know any-
TREE:TOP COUNTRY AT

thing about the matter, so she merely said, as politely
as she could, “I don’t think I know what a post-
captain is.” .

“T don’t either,” said the Admiral, promptly, “but I
can tell you how they behave”; and sitting up in bed,
he recited these verses:

_Post-captain at the Needles and commander of a crew
On the “ Royal Biddy” frigate was Sir Peter Bombazoo ;
His mind was full of music, and his head was full of tunes,
And he cheerfully exhibited on pleasant afternoons.



He. could whistle, on his fingers, an invigorating reel,

And: could wmitate a piper on the handles of the wheel;

“He could play in double octaves, too, all up and down the rail,
Or rattle: off a rondo on the bottom of a pail,






48 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN



Then porters with
their packages, and bakers
with their buns,

And countesses in carriages, and grena-
diers with

And admirals and commodores,
arriwed from near and far
To listen to the music of this

entertaining tar.

When they heard the Captain humming, 3
and beheld the dancing crew,

The commodores severely said, “ Why, this
will never do!”

And the admirals all hurried home,
remarking, “This is most

Extraordinary conduct for a captain at his post.”
TREE-TOP COUNTRY 49

Then they sent some sailing-orders to Sir Peter, in a boat,
And he did a little fifing on the edges of the note ;











_ “HE DID A LITTLE FIFING ON THE EDGES OF THE NOTE.”

But he read the sailing-orders, as, of course, he had to do,
And removed the “ Royal Biddy” to the Bay of Boohgabooh.

Now, Sir Peter took it kindly, but it’s proper to explain
He was sent to catch a pirate out upon the Spanish Main ;
And he played, with variations, an imaginary tune

On the buttons of his waistcoat, like a jocular bassoon.
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50 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

Then a topman saw the Pirate come a-sailing in the bay,
And reported to the Captain im the customary way.

“Tl receive him,” said Sir Peter, “with a musical salute i”
And he gave some imitations of a double-jointed Slute.

Then the Pirate cried derisively, “I’ve heard it done before!”
And he hoisted up a banner emblematical of gore.

But Sir Peter said serenely, “You may double-shot the guns
While I sing my little ballad of ‘The Butter on the Bums.’”

Then the Pirate banged Sir Peter and Sir Peter banged him
back,

And they banged away together as they took another tack.

Then Sir Peter said politely, “You may board him, if you
like” —

And he played a little dirge upon the handle of a pike. :

Then the “ Biddies” poured like hornets down upon the Pirate's
deck,
_And Sir Peter caught the Pirate, and he took him by the neck,
And remarked, “ You must excuse me, but you acted like a brute
When I gave my imitation of that double-jomted flute.”

So they took that wicked Pirate, and they took his wicked crew,
And tied them up with double knots in packages of two ;
And left them lying on their backs im rows upon the beach
With a little bread and water within comfortable reach.
TREE-TOP COUNTRY

51
Now the Pirate had a treasure (mostly silverware and gold),
And Sir Peter took and stowed it in the bottom of his hold;

iB
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“SIR PETER CAUGHT THE PIRATE, AND HE TOOK HIM BY THE NECK.”

spoons.”

And said “TI will retire on this cargo of doubloons,
And each of you, my gallant crew, may have some silver
52 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

Now commodores in coach-and-fours, and corporals in cabs,
And men with carts of pies and tarts, and fishermen with crabs,
And barristers with wigs, in gigs, still gather on the strand —
But there is nt any music save a little German band.

“J think Sir Peter was perfectly grand!” said Doro-
thy, as the Admiral finished his verses. “He was so
composed.”

““So was the poetry,” said the Admiral. “It had to
be composed, you know, or there would n’t have been
any.”

“That would have been fine!” remarked the High-
lander.

The Admiral got so red in the face at this, that
Dorothy thought he was going into some kind of a
fit; but just at this moment there was a sharp rap at
the door, and Sir Walter exclaimed, “That ’s Bob
Scarlet, and here we are in his flower-bed!”

“Jibs and jiggers!” said the Admiral, “I never
thought of that. What do you suppose he Il do?”

“Pick us!” said the Highlander, with remarkable |
presence of mind.

“Then tell him we ’re all out,” said the Admiral to
Dorothy ‘in extreme agitation, and with this, the
TREE-TOP COUNTRY 53

whole Caravan disappeared under the bed with all
possible despatch.

“We are out, you know,” said Dorothy to herself,
“because there ’s no in for us to be in”; and then
she called out in a very loud voice, “We ’re all out
in here!” which was n’t exactly what she meant to

say, after all.

But there was no answer, and she was just stoop-
ing down to call through the keyhole when she saw
that the wall-paper was nothing but a vine growing
on a trellis, and the door only a little rustic gate
leading through it. “And, dear me!—where has the
furniture gone to?” she exclaimed, for the curly chairs
had changed into flower-pot stands, and the bed into a
great mound of waving lilies, and she found herself
standing in a beautiful garden.
CHAPTER V
BOB SCARLET’S GARDEN

Berne in a garden full of flowers at Christmas-time
is a very fine thing; and Dorothy was looking about
with great delight, and wondering how it had all hap-
pened, when she suddenly caught sight of a big robin
walking along one of the paths, and examining the
various plants with an air of great interest. He was
_ a very big robin, indeed—in fact, he was about as
large as a goose; and he had on a gardener’s hat, and
a bright red waistcoat which he was wearing unbut-
toned so as to give his fat little chest plenty of room;
but the most remarkable thing about him was that
he was walking about with his hands in his waistcoat-
pockets.

Dorothy had never seen a robin do this before, and
she was looking at him in great astonishment, when
he chanced to turn around to take a particular look

at a large flower, and she saw that he had two cater-
BOB SCARLET’S GARDEN 55

pillars neatly embroidered on the back of his waist-
coat so as to form the letters B. S.



“WE WAS WALKING ABOUT WITH HIS HANDS IN HIS WAISTCOAT-POCKETS.”

“Now I wonder what B. 8. means,” she said to her-
self with her usual curiosity. “It stands for Brown
Sugar, but, of course, it can’t be that. Perhaps it
means Best Suit, or Bird Superintendent, or — or —
56 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

why it must mean Bob Scarlet, to be sure!” and
clapping her hands in the joy of this discovery, she
ran after the Robin to take a nearer look at him and,
if possible, to have a little conversation.

But Bob Scarlet proved to be a very difficult person
to get near to. Over and over again Dorothy caught
sight of the top of his hat beyond a hedge, or saw
the red waistcoat through the bushes; but no matter
how quickly she stole around to the spot, he was al-
ways gone before she got there, and she would see
the hat or the waistcoat far away, in another part of
the garden, and would hurry after him only to be

~. .. disappointed as before. She was getting very tired of

this, and.was walking around rather disconsolately, when
she happened ‘to look at one of the plants, and dis-
covered that little sunbonnets were growing on it in
great profusion, like white lilies; and this was such a
delightful discovery, and such an exceedingly interesting
circumstance, that she instantly forgot all about Bob
Scarlet, and started away in great excitement to ex-
amine the other plants.

There was a great variety of them, and they all were -
of the same curious character. Besides the bonnet-

bush, there were plants loaded down with little pina-
BOB SCARLET’S GARDEN 57

fores, and shrubs with small shoes growing all over
them, like peas, and delicate vines of thread with but-
ton-blossoms on them, and, what particularly pleased













“THERE WERE PLANTS LOADED DOWN WITH LITTLE PINAFORES, AND SHRUBS WITH SMALL
SHOES GROWING ALL OVER THEM.”

Dorothy, a row of pots marked “FROCK FLOW-

ERS,” and each containing a stalk with a crisp little

frock growing on it, like a big tulip upside down.
“They ’re only big enough for dolls,” chattered

8
58 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

Dorothy, as she hurried from one to the other, “ but,
of course, they ‘Il grow. I s’pose it ’s what they call
a nursery-garden. Just fancy—” she exclaimed, stop-
ping short and clasping her hands in a rapture, —“ just
fancy going out to pick an apronful of delightful new
stockings, or running out every day to see if your
best frock is ripe yet!” And I ’m sure I don’t know
what she would have said next, but just at this
moment she caught sight of a paper lying in the
path before her, and, of course, immediately became
interested in that. ;

It was folded something like a lawyer's document,
and was very neatly marked in red ink “MEMO-
RUMDRUMS”; and after looking at it curiously for
a moment, Dorothy said to herself, “It ’s prob’bly a
wash-list; nothing but two aprons, and four HDKeffs,
and ten towels—there ’s always such a lot of towels,
you know,” and here she picked up the paper; but
instead of being a wash-list, she found it contained
these verses:

Have Angleworms attractive homes ?
ESTs Bumblebees have brains ? *
Do Caterpillars carry combs ?

Do Dodos dote on drains?
BOB SOARLET’S GARDEN 59

Can Eels elude elastic earls ?
Do Flatfish fish for flats ?
Are Grigs agreeable to girls?
Do Hares have hunting-hats ?
Do Ices make an Ibex ill?
Do Jackdaws jug their jam?
Do Kites kiss all the kids they kill?
Do Llamas live on lamb?
Will Moles molest a mounted mink ?
Do Newts deny the news ?
Are Oysters boisterous when they drink ?
Do Parrots prowl in pews ?
Do Quakers get their quills from Quails ?
Do Rabbits rob on roads ?
Are Snakes supposed to sneer at snails ?
Do Tortoises tease toads?
Can Unicorns perform on horns?
Do Vipers value veal ?
Do Weasels weep when fast asleep ?
Can Xylophagans squeal ?
Do Yaks in packs invite attacks ?
Are Zebras full of zeal?

P. S. Shake well and recite every morning in a shady place.

“I don’t believe a single one of them, and I never
read such stuff!” exclaimed Dorothy, indignantly; and
60 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

she was just about to throw down the paper when
Bob Scarlet suddenly appeared, hurrying along the
path, and gazing anxiously from side to side as if’ he
had lost something. As he came upon Dorothy, he
started violently, and said “Shoo!” with great vehe-
mence, and then, after staring at her a moment,
added, “‘Oh, I beg your pardon—I thought you were
a cat. Have you seen anything of my exercise?”

“Ts this it?” said Dorothy, holding up the paper.

“That ’s it,” said the Robin, in a tone of great sat-
isfaction. “Shake it hard, please.”

Dorothy gave the paper a good shake, after which
- Bob Scarlet took it and stuffed it into his waistcoat-
pocket, remarking, “It has to be well shaken before I
‘take it, you know.”

“Ts that the prescription?” said Dorothy, beginning
to laugh. |

‘““No, it ’s the postseription,” replied the Robin, very
seriously ; “but, somehow, I never remember it till I
come to it. I suppose it ’s put at the end so that
I won't forget it the next time. You see, it ’s about
the only exercise I have.”

“T should think it was very good -exercise,” said
Dorothy, trying to look serious again.
BOB SCARLET’S GARDEN 61

“Oh, it ’s good enough, what there is of it,” said
the Robin, in an offhand way.

‘But I ’m sure there ’s enough of it,” said Dorothy.

“There 7s enough of it, such as it is,” replied the
Robin.

“Such as it is?” repeated Dorothy, beginning to feel
a little perplexed. “Why, it ’s hard enough, I ’m sure.
It ’s enough to drive a person quite distracted.”

“Well, it ’s a corker till you get used to it,” said
the Robin, strutting about. “There ’s such a tre-
mendous variety to it, you see, that it exercises you
all over at once.”

This was so ridiculous that Dorothy laughed out-
right. “I should never get used to it,” she said. “I
don’t believe I know a single one of the answers.”

“I do!” said Bob Scarlet, proudly; “I know ’em
all. It ’s ‘No’ to everything in it.”

‘Dear me!” said Dorothy, feeling quite provoked at
herself, “of course it is. I never thought of that.”

‘“And when you can answer them,” continued the
Robin, with a very important air, “you can answer
anything.”

Now, as the Robin said this, it suddenly occurred to
Dorothy that she had been lost for quite a long time,
62 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

and that this was a good opportunity for getting a
little information, so she said very politely: “Then I
wish you ’d please tell me where I am.”

“Why, you ’re here,” replied the Robin, promptly.
“That ’s what J call an easy one.”

“But where is it?” said Dorothy.

“Where is what?” said the Robin, looking rather
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“That ’s here, too,” replied the
BOB SOARLET’S GARDEN 63

Robin, and then, looking at her suspiciously, he added,
“Come — no chaffing, you know. I won’t have it.”

“But I’m not chaffing,” said Dorothy, beginning to
feel a little provoked; “it ’s only because you twist
the things I say the wrong way.”

“What do you say ’em the wrong way for, then?”
said Bob Scarlet, irritably. “Why don’t you get ’em
straight ?”

‘Dear me!” exclaimed Dorothy, now quite out of
patience. “How dreadfully confusing it all is! Don’t
you understand?—TI only want to know where the
place is where I am now,— whereabouts in the geogra-
phy, I mean,” she added in desperation.

“Tt is n’t in there at all,” said Bob Scarlet, very
decidedly. ‘(There is n’t a geography going that could
hold on to it for five minutes.”

“Do you mean that it is n’t anywhere?” exclaimed
Dorothy, beginning to feel a little frightened.

“No, I don’t,” said Bob Scarlet, obstinately. “I
mean that it 7s anywhere—anywhere that it chooses
to be, you know; only it does n’t stay any nee any
longer than it likes.”

“Then I ’m going away,” said Dorothy, hastily. “I
won't stay in such a place.”
ea THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

“Well, you ’d better be quick about it,” said the
Robin, with a chuckle, “or there won’t be any place
to go away from. I can feel it beginning to go now,”
and with this remark Bob Scarlet himself hurried
_ away.

There was something so alarming in the idea of a
place going away and leaving her behind, that Dorothy
started off at once,
as fast as she could
run, and indeed she
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“DOROTHY STARTED OFF AT ONCE, AS FAST AS SHE up in a fluttering

aera sort of a way as
she ran past them; and she noticed, moreover, that
the little shoes on the shoe-shrub were so withered away
that they looked like a lot of raisins. But she had no

time to stop and look at such things, and she ran on
BOB SOARLET’S GARDEN 65

and on until, to her delight, she came suddenly upon
the little trap-door where she had come up. There was
n't a minute to spare, and she jumped down into the
hole without so much as stopping to look back at the
vanishing garden, and hurried down the little stairway.
It was as dark as pitch, and as she ran down, going
around and around, on the winding stairs, she could
hear them folding up behind her like the slats of a blind;
and she had just time to rush through the door at the
bottom, when the trunk of the tree flapped inward
like an empty bag and then shot up into the air.
CHAPTER VI
IN THE TOY-SHOP

Tue first thing that Dorothy did was to draw a long
breath over her narrow escape, and the next thing was
to look up into the air to see what had become of the
tree, and she saw the braided floor of the garden float-
ing away, far above her head, with the flapping trunks
of the trees dangling from ‘it like a lot of one-legged
trousers. This was a rather ridiculous spectacle, and
when the floor presently shriveled up into a small
brown patch, like a flying pancake, and then went
entirely out of sight, she said “Pooh!” very contemp-
tuously and felt quite brave again.

“Tt was n’t half so solemn as I expected,” she went
on, chattering to herself; “I certainly thought there
would be all kinds of phenomeners, and, after all, it ’s
precisely like nothing but a big basket of old clothes,
blowing away. But it ’s just as well to be saved, of
IN THE TOY- SHOP 67

course, only I don’t know where I am any more than
I did before. It ’s a kind of wooden floor, I think,”
she added, stamping on it with her little shoe; “and,
dear me! I verily believe it ’s nothing but a shelf. It
is a shelf!” she exclaimed, peeping cau-

tiously over the edge; “and there ’s the Nas
real floor ever so far away. I can never :
‘jump down there in
the world without be-
ing dashed to destruc-
tion !”— and she was
just thinking how it
would do to hang from
the edge of the shelf
by her hands and then
let herself drop (with
hereyes shut, of course) “crp 18 A SHELF!’ SHE EXCLAIMED.”



when a little party of

people came tumbling down through the air and fell in
a heap close beside her. She gave a scream of dismay
and then stood staring at them in utter bewilderment,
for, as the party scrambled to their feet, she saw they
were the Caravan, dressed up in the most extraordi-
nary fashion, in little frocks and long shawls, and all
68 THE ADMIRAL’S OARAVAN

wearing sunbonnets. The Highlander, with his usual
bad luck, had put on his sunbonnet backward, with
the crown over his face, and was struggling with it so



















“THE HIGHLANDER, WITH HIS USUAL BAD LUCK, HAD PUT ON HIS
SUNBONNET BACKWARD.”

helplessly that Dorothy rushed at him and got it off
just in time to save him from being suffocated. In
fact, he was so black in the face that she had to
pound him on the back to bring him to.
IN THE TOY-SHOP 69

“We ’re disguised, you know,” said the Admiral,
breathlessly. “‘ We found these things under the bed.
Bob Scarlet is n’t anywhere about, is he?” he added,
staring around in an agitated manner through his
spy-glass.

“ About?” said Dorothy, trying to look serious. “I
should think he was about five miles from here by
this time.”

““T wish it was five thousand,” exclaimed Sir Wal-
ter, angrily, smoothing down his frock. “Old Peck-
jabber!”

“Why, what in the world is the matter?” said
Dorothy, beginning to laugh in spite of herself.

“Matter!” exclaimed the Admiral, his voice fairly
trembling with emotion; “why, look here! We was
all shrinking away to nothing in that wanishing gar-
den. Bob Scarlet himself was no bigger than an ant
when we came away.”

“And we was n’t any bigger than uncles,” put in
the Highlander.

“* You ’re not more than three inches high this min-
ute,” said Sir Walter, surveying Dorothy with a critical
air, with his head cocked on one side.

“Goodness gracious!” exclaimed Dorothy, with a
70 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

start. “It seems to me that ’s extremely small. I
should think that I ’d have felt it coming on.”

“It comes on sort of sneaking, and you don’t notice
it,” said the Admiral. “ We ’d have been completely
inwisible by this time if we had n’t jumped over-
board.”

“Tt was an awful jump!” said Dorothy, solemnly.
“Did n’t it hurt to fall so far?”

“Not at all,” said the Admiral, cheerfully. “The
falling part of it was quite agreeable—so cool and
rushing, you know; but the landing was tremenjious
severe.”

“Banged us like anything,” explained the High-
lander; and with this the Caravan locked arms and
walked away with the tails of their shawls trailing
behind them.

“What strange little things they are!” said Dor-
othy, reflectively, as she walked along after them,
“and they ’re for all the world precisely like arimated
dolls—movable, you know,” she added, not feeling
quite sure that “arimated” was the proper word,—
“and speaking of dolls, here ’s a perfect multitude of
’em!” she exclaimed, for just then she came upon a
long row of dolls beautifully dressed, and standing on
IN THE TOY-SHOP 71

their heels with their heads against the wall. They
were at least five times as big as Dorothy herself, and
had price-tickets tucked into their sashes, such as
“2/6, CHEAP,” “5s., BEAL WAX,” and so on; and Dor-
othy, clapping her hands in an ecstasy of delight,
exclaimed: ‘“‘ Why, it ’s a monstrous, enormous toy-
shop!” and then she hurried on to see what else there
might be on exhibition.

“‘ Marbles, prob’bly,” she remarked, peering over the
edge of a basket full of what looked like enormous
stone cannon-balls of various colors; ‘“ for mastodons,
I should say, only I don’t know as they ever play
marbles,— grocery shop, full of dear little drawers
with real knobs on ’em,—’pothecary’s shop with true
pill-boxes,” she went on, examining one delightful
thing after another; “and here ’s a farm out of a
box, and all the same funny old things—trees with
green shavings on them and fences with feet so
they ’ll stand up, and here ’s the dear fam’ly, same
size as the trees and the houses, of course, and—oh!
I beg your pardon,” she exclaimed, for her frock had
touched the farmer and knocked him over flat on his
back. “And here ’s a Noah’s Ark, full of higgledy-
piggledy animals— why, what are you doing here?”
72 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

she cried, for just at that moment she suddenly dis-
covered the Caravan, all huddled together at the door
of the ark, and apparently discussing something of
vast importance.

“We ’re buying a camel,” said the Admiral, ex-
citedly; “they ’ve got just the one we want for the
Caravan.”

“His name is Humphrey,” shouted the Highlander,
uproariously, ‘‘and he ’s got three humps!”

““ Nonsense!” cried Dorothy, bursting into a fit of
uncontrollable laughter. ‘There never was, such a
thing.”

“They have ’em in arks,” said the Admiral, very
earnestly. “You can find anything in arks if you only
go deep enough. I ’ve seen ’em with patriarchs in
’em, ’way down at the bottom.”

“Did they have any humps?” inquired the High-
lander with an air of great interest.

Dorothy went off again into a burst of laughter at
this. ‘He ’s really the most ignorant little creature I
ever saw,” she said.

“T thought they was something to ride on,” said the
Highlander, sulkily; «“ otherwise, I say, let ’°em keep
out of arks!” The rest of the Caravan evidently
IN THE TOY-SHOP 73.

sided with him in this opinion, and after staring at
Dorothy for a moment with great disfavor they all
called out “Old Proudie!” and solemnly walked off in
a row as before.

“T believe I shall have a fit if I meet them again,”
said Dorothy to herself, laughing till her eyes were
full of tears. “They ’re certainly the foolishest things
IT ever saw,” and with this she walked away through
the shop, and was just beginning to look at the toys
again, when she came suddenly upon an old dame sit-
ting contentedly in the shop in a great arm-chair. She
was eating porridge out of a bowl in her lap, and her
head was so close to the edge of the shelf that Dor-
- othy almost walked into her cap.

“Drat the toys!” cried the old dame, starting so
violently that her spectacles fell off her nose into
the porridge. “Drat the new-fangled things!”—and
here she aimed a blow at Dorothy with her spoon.
“They ’re enough to scare folks out of their senses.
Give me the old-fashioned kind—deaf and dumb and
blind and stiff”—but by this time Dorothy, almost
frightened out of her wits, had run away and was hid-
ing behind a doll’s sofa.

“« She ’s a nice person to have. charge of a shop,” she
10 ¥
T4 THE ADMIRAL’S OARAVAN

exclaimed indignantly, as she listened to the old dame
scolding to herself in the distance. ‘The idea of not
knowing human persons when you see them! Of
course, being so small ts ‘rather unusual, and it ’s
really quite dangerous, you know,” she went on, giv-
ing a little shiver at the thought of what might have
happened. “Just fancy being wrapped up in a piece
of stiff paper by mistake—shrieking would n’t do the
least good because, of course, she ’s deaf as any-
thing —”

‘““How much are you a dozen?” said a voice, and
Dorothy, looking around, saw that it was a Dancing-
Jack in the shop-window speaking to her. He was
a gorgeous creature, with bells on the seams of his
clothes and with arms and legs of different colors, and
he was lounging in an easy attitude with his right leg
thrown over the top of a toy livery-stable and his left
foot in a large ornamental tea-cup; but as he was fas-
tened to a hook by a loop in the top of his hat, Dor-
othy did n’t feel in the least afraid of him.

“Thank you,” she replied with much dignity,
“T ’m not a dozen at all. I ’m a single person. That
IN THE TOY-SHOP 75



“¢YOU KNOW YOUR SIZE DOES COME IN DOZENS, ASSORTED,’
CONTINUED THE JACK.”

sounds kind of unmarried,” she thought to herself,
“but it ’s the exact truth.”

“No offense, I hope,” said the Jack, looking some-
what abashed. ; |

“‘No—not exactly,” said Dorothy rather stiffly.

“You know, your size does come in dozens—as-
sorted,” continued the Jack, with quite a professional
76 THH ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

air. “Family of nine, two maids with dusters, and
cook with removable apron. Very popular, I believe.”

“So I should think,” remarked Dorothy, beginning |
to recover her good nature.

“But of course singles are much more select,” said
the Jack. “We never come in dozens, you know.”

“T suppose not,” said Dorothy, innocently. “I can’t
imagine anybody wanting twelve Dancing-Jacks all at
the same time.”

“Tt would n’t do any good if they did want ’em,”
said the Jack. “They could n’t get ’em,—that is, not
in this shop.”

Now, while this conversation was going on, Dorothy
noticed that the various things in the shop-window
had a curious way of constantly turning into some-
thing else. She discovered this by seeing a little
bunch of yellow peg-tops change into a plateful of
pears while she chanced to be looking at them; and
a moment afterward she caught a doll’s saucepan, that
was hanging in one corner of the window, just in the
act of quietly turning into a battledore with a red
morocco handle. This struck her as being such a
remarkable performance that she immediately began
looking at one thing after another, and watching the
“various changes, until she was quite bewildered.
IN THE TOY-SHOP TT

“Tt ’s something like a Christmas pantomime,” she
said to herself; “and it is n’t the slightest use, you
know, trying to fancy what anything ’s going to be,
because everything that happens is so unproblesome.
I don’t know where I got that word from,” she went
on, “but it seems to express exactly what I mean.
F’r instance, there ’s a little cradle that ’s just been
turned into a coal-scuttle, and if that is n’t unproble- -
some, well then—never mind!” (which, as you know,
is a ridiculous way little girls have of finishing their
sentences. )

By this time she had got around again to the toy
livery-stable, and she was extremely pleased to find
that it had turned into a smart little baronial castle
with a turret at each end, and that the ornamental
tea-cup was just changing, with a good deal of a
flourish, into a small rowboat floating in a little
stream that ran by the castle walls.

“Come, that ’s the finest thing yet!” exclaimed
Dorothy, looking at all this with great admiration ;
“and I wish a brazen knight would come out with a
trumpet and blow a blast”—you see, she was quite
romantic at times—and she was just admiring the
clever way in which the boat was getting rid of the
handle of the tea-cup, when the Dancing-Jack sud-
78 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

denly stopped talking, and began scrambling over the
roof of the castle. He was extremely pale, and, to
Dorothy’s alarm, spots of bright colors were coming
out all over him, as if he had been made of stained
glass, and was being lighted up from the inside.

‘“T believe I’m going to turn into something,” he
said, glaring wildly about, and Speaking in a very
agitated voice.

“Goodness!” exclaimed Dorothy in dismay; “what
do you suppose it ’s going to be?”

“I think —” said the Jack, solemnly,—“TI think it ’s
going to be a patchwork quilt,” but just as he was
finishing this remark a sort of wriggle passed through
him, and, to Dorothy’s amazement, he turned into a
slender Harlequin all made up of spangles and shin-
ing triangles.

Now this was all very well, and, of course, much
better than turning into a quilt of any sort; but as
the Dancing-Jack’s last remark went on without stop-
ping, and was taken charge of, so to speak, and fin-
ished by the Harlequin, it mixed up the two in a
very confusing way. In fact, by the time the remark
came to an end, Dorothy did n’t really know which of
them was talking to her, and, to make matters worse,
IN THE TOY-SHOP 79

the Harlequin vanished for a moment, and then reap-
peared, about one half of his original size, coming out
of the door of the castle with an unconcerned air as if
he had n’t had anything to do with the affair.

“Tt ’g dreadfully confusing,” said Dorothy to herself,
“not to know which of two persons is talking to you,
*specially when there ’s really only one of them here”;
but she never had a chance to find out anything .
about the matter, for in the mean time a part of the
castle had quietly turned upside down, and was now a
little stone bridge with the stream flowing beneath it,
and the Harlequin, who was constantly getting smaller
and smaller, was standing with one foot in the boat
as if he were trying to choose between taking a
little excursion on the water and going out of sight
altogether.

“Excuse me— but did you say anything?” said
- Dorothy, feeling quite sure that there was no time to
be lost.

‘¢All that Z said was ‘quilt,’” replied the Harlequin;
“T suppose there ’s no particular harm in that?”

“Oh, dear, no!” said Dorothy, hastily; “only it
seems a rather queer way of beginning a conversation,
you know.”
80 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

“Tt ’s as good as any other way if it ’s all you have
to say,” said the Harlequin, and by this time he had
both feet in the boat, and had evidently decided on
the water excursion, for, before Dorothy could think
of anything more to say to him, he sailed away under
the bridge and disappeared.



“HE BAILED AWAY UNDER THE BRIDGE.”
CHAPTER VII
THE SONG IN THE DELL

“JT ™ sorry he ’s gone,” said Dorothy to herself,
gazing with longing eyes after the Harlequin. ‘He.
was wt much to talk to, but he was awful beautiful
to look at”; and, having relieved her mind by this
remark, she was just starting to take another walk
through the shop when she suddenly caught sight of
a small door in one corner. It was n’t much larger
than a rat-hole, but it was big enough for her to go
through, and that, of course, was the important thing;
and as she never could bear to go by strange door-
ways until she knew where they led to, she immedi-
ately ran through this one, and, quite to her surprise,
found herself outside the toy-shop.

There was a steep bank here sloping down from the
wall of the shop, and Dorothy was much interested
at discovering that it was completely overgrown with
little green rocking-chairs. They were growing about

in great confusion, and once or twice, when her frock
il
82 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

happened to brush against them, quite an avalanche of
them went clattermg down the bank and broke up at
the bottom into curious little bits of wood like jack-
straws. This made climbing down the bank very
exciting, but she got safely to the bottom at last, and
was just starting off for another journey of discovery
when she came suddenly upon the toy farm-house
standing quite by itself in the open country. None of

the family was present except the Farmer, who was -

standing in front of the house, staring at it in a
bewildered way as if he had never laid eyes on it
before. He was a plain-featured man, with a curious
little hat something like the lid of a coffee-pot, and
with a great number of large yellow buttons arranged
on the front of his coat like a row of cream-tarts;
and, after the manner of all toy-farmers, he was
buried to the ankles in a round piece of wood to
keep him from falling over.

Now Dorothy had always particularly wanted to see
the inside of a toy farm-house, and, as this seemed
to be an excellent opportunity, she walked up to the
Farmer and said, very politely, “Can I see your house?”

“T should think you could if you looked at it,” said
the Farmer, staring first at her and then at the house,
THE SONG IN THE DELL 83

as if he were greatly surprised at the question; ‘J can
see it easily enough.”

“But I mean, can I go over it?” said Dorothy, rather
confused by this answer.

The Farmer rubbed his nose and looked thoughtfully
at the roof of the house for a moment and then said,
rather sulkily, “Yes, I suppose you can, but you must
agree not to knock off the chimbleys.”

“Dear me,” said Dorothy, beginning to laugh, “ that
is n't what I mean at all. I mean, can I go through
it?”

The Farmer, after turning over this proposition in his
mind with great deliberation, got down on his hands
and knees and took a long look through the little door
in the front of the house, and then getting up on
his feet again, said, very seriously, “I don’t see any-
thing to prevent it; there ’s another door at the back,”
—and walked gravely away. He did this in a very
peculiar way, by a sort of sidelong roll on his round
wooden block like a barrel being worked along on one
end; and, as Dorothy stood watching this performance
with great interest, he presently fell over one of the
little rocking-chairs, and coming down heavily on his
back, rolled away on the edge of his block and the rim
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of his little round hat without making the slightest
attempt to get on his feet again.

“T shall look precisely like a elephant with a
pagoda on his back,” said Dorothy, as she got down
on her hands and knees and crawled through the little
door into the house, “but I ’m going to see what it’s
like while I have the chance. All hollow, right up
to the roof, just as I expected,” she exclaimed. “TI
s’pose that ’s so the fam’ly can stand up when they
come inside.” But there was nothing in the house but
a lot of old umbrellas tied up in bundles and marked
“DANGEROUS,” and as she did n’t think these were
very interesting, and as, moreover, her head by this
time was out of the door at the back, she crawled
through without stopping and scrambled up on to her
feet again.

“Oh, lovely!” cried Dorothy, clapping her hands in
a rapture of delight; for she found herself in a beauti-
ful wood—not a make-believe affair like the toy-farm,
but a real wood with soft grass and pads of dark-green
moss growing underfoot, and with ferns and forest
flowers springing up on all sides. The wind was rus-
THE SONG IN THE DELL 85

tling pleasantly in the trees, and the sunlight, shining
down through the dancing leaves, made little patches
of light that chased each other about on the grass, and,
as Dorothy walked along, she felt happier than she had
at any time since losing the Blue Admiral Inn. To be
sure, it was n’t the easiest matter in the world to get
along, for as the trees and the bushes and the blades of
grass were all of the natural size and Dorothy was no —
bigger than a wren, she fell over a good many twigs
and other small obstacles, and tumbled down a great
many times. Then, too, she found it rather trying to
her nerves, at first, to meet with rabbits as big as
horses, to come suddenly upon quails whistling like
steam-engines, and to be chattered at by squirrels a
head taller than she herself was; but she was a very
wise little child about such matters, and she said to
herself, “Why, of course, they ’re only their usual
sizes, you know, and they ’re sure to be the same scary
things they always are,”—and then she stamped her
foot at them and said “ Shoo!” very boldly, and,
after laughing to see the great creatures whisk about
and dash into the thicket, she walked along quite
contentedly.

Presently she heard a voice singing. It seemed to
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come from a thick part of the wood at one side of
the path; and, after hesitating a moment, Dorothy stole





“SHE FOUND IT RATHER TRYING TO HER NERVES, AT FIRST, TO MEET
WITH RABBITS AS BIG AS HORSES.”

into the bushes, and, creeping cautiously along until
she was quite near the sound, crouched down in the
thicket to listen.
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“_TO BE CHATTERED AT BY SQUIRRELS A HEAD TALLER THAN
SHE HERSELF WAS.”

It was a very small voice, and it was singing this
song:
I know a way
Of hearing what the larks and linnets say.
The larks tell of the sunshine and the sky;
The linnets from the hedges make reply,
And boast of hidden nests with mocking lay.
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THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

I know a way
Of keeping near the rabbits at their play.
They tell me of the cool and shady nooks
Where waterfalls disturb the placid brooks
That I may go and frolic in the spray.

I know a way
Of catching dewdrops on a night in May,
And threading them upon a spear of green,
That through their sides translucent may be seen
The sparkling hue that emeralds display.

I know a way
Of trapping sunbeams as they nimbly play
At hide-and-seek with meadow-grass and flowers,
And holding them in store for dreary hours
When winds are chill and all the sky is gray.

I know a way
Of stealing fragrance from the new-mown hay
And storing it in flasks of petals made,
To scent the air when all the flowers fade

And leave the woodland world to sad decay.

I know a way
Of coaxing snowflakes in their fught to stay
So still awhile, that, as they hang im air,
I weave them into frosty lace, to wear
About my head upon a sultry day.
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Dorothy, crouching down in the thicket, listened to
this little song with great delight; but she was ex-
tremely sentimental where poetry was concerned, and
it happened that when she heard this last verse she
clasped her hands in a burst of rapture and exclaimed
in quite a loud voice, “Oh, delicious!” This was very
unfortunate, for the song stopped short the instant she
spoke, and for a moment everything was perfectly
silent; then the little voice spoke up again, and said,
“Who is that?”

“Tt ’s I,” said Dorothy.

“Tt ’s two eyes, if it comes to that,” said the little
voice; “I can see them through the bushes. Are you
a rabbit ?”

“No,” said Dorothy, laughing softly to herself, “‘I ’m
a child.”

“Oh!” exclaimed the voice. It was a very little Oh;
in fact, it sounded to Dorothy as if it might be about
the size of a cherry-stone, and she said to herself,
“T verily believe it ’s a fairy, and she certainly can’t
be a bit bigger than my thumb—my regular thumb,
I mean,” she added, holding up her hand and looking
at the size of it with great contempt.

Then the little voice spoke up again and said, “And
how big are you?”

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“T ’m about three inches tall,” said Dorothy; and
she was so excited by this time at the prospect of
seeing a real live fairy for the first time in her life,
that she felt as if a lot of flies were running up and
down on the back of her neck.

“Dear me!” exclaimed the little voice, expressing
great astonishment in its small way. ‘‘ Why, there ’s
hardly enough of you to put in a corner.”

Dorothy reflected for a moment and then called out,
“But, you know, that depends altogether on the size of
the corner.”

“Oh, no, it does n’t!” said the little voice, very con-
fidently. “All corners are the same size if you only
get close enough to ’em.”

“Dear me!” said Dorothy to herself, “how very
intelligent she is! I must have a look at her”;
and, pushing the leaves gently aside, she cautiously
peeped out.

It was a charming little dell, carpeted with fine moss,
and with strange-looking wild flowers and tall nod-
ding grasses growing about the sides of it; but, to
Dorothy’s astonishment, the fairy proved to be an
extremely small field-mouse, sitting up like a little
pug-dog and gazing attentively at the thicket: ‘and
THE SONG IN THE DELL 91

T think”—the Mouse went on, as if it were tired of
waiting for an answer to its last remark—“ I think a
child shouldbe six inches tall, at least.”

This was so ridiculous that Dorothy had to put her



“PUSHING THE LEAVES GENTLY ASIDE, SHE CAUTIOUSLY PEEPED OUT.”

hand over her mouth to keep from screaming with
laughter. “Why,” she exclaimed, “I used to be ”—and
here she had to stop and count up on her fingers as
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if she were doing a sum—“I used to be eight times as
big as that, myself.”

“Tut, tut!—” said the Mouse, and the “tuts”
sounded like beads dropping into a pill-box—“ tut,
tut! Don’t tell me such rubbish!”

“Oh, you need n’t tut me,” said Dorothy. “It’s the
exact truth.”

“Then I don’t understand it,” said the Mouse, shak-
ing its head in a puzzled way. “J always thought
children grew the other way.”

“Well, you see,—” said Dorothy, in her old-fashioned
way,—“‘you see, I ’ve been very much reduced.” (She
thought afterward that this sounded rather as if she
had lost all her property, but it was the only thing she
could think of to say at the time.)

“T don’t see it at all,” said the Mouse, fretfully, “and
what ’s more, I don’t see you; in fact, I don’t think
you ought to be hiding in the bushes and chattering at
- Ine in this way.”

This seemed to Dorothy to be a very personal re-
mark, and she answered, rather indignantly, “And why
not, I. should like to know?”

‘‘Because,”—said the Mouse in a very superior man-
ner,—“‘ because little children should be seen and not
heard.”
THE SONG IN THE DELL 93

“Hoity-toity!” said Dorothy, very sharply. (I don’t
think she had the slightest idea of what this meant,
but she had read somewhere in a book that it was an
expression used when other persons gave themselves
airs, and she thought she would try the effect of it on
the Mouse.) But, to her great disappointment, the




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THE MOUSE LAMENTS.

Mouse made no reply of any kind, and after picking a
leaf and holding it up to its eyes for a moment, as if
it were having a cry in its small way, the poor little
-ereature turned about and ran into the thicket at the
further side of the dell.
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Dorothy was greatly distressed at this, and, jJump-
ing out of the bushes into the dell, she began calling,
“Mousie! Mousie! Come back! I did n’t mean it,
dear. It was only an esperiment.” But there was no
answer, and, stooping down at the place where the
Mouse had disappeared, she looked into the thicket.
There was nothing there but a very small squirrel
eating a nut; and, after staring at her for a moment
in great astonishment, he threw the nut in her face
and scampered off into the bushes.

“Nice manners, upon my word!” said Dorothy, in
great indignation at this treatment, and then, standing
up, she gazed about the dell rather disconsolately; but
there was no living thing in sight except a fat butter-
fly lazily swinging up and down on a blade of grass.
Dorothy touched him with her finger to see if he were
awake, but the Butterfly gave himself an impatient
shake, and said, fretfully, ‘Oh, don’t,” and, after wait-
ing a moment, to be sure that was all he had to say,
she walked mournfully away through the wood.
CHAPTER VIII

SOMETHING ABOUT THE CAMEL

Tre wood was n't nearly so pleasant now as it had
been before, and Dorothy was quite pleased when, after —
walking a little way, she came in sight again of the
bank covered with rocking-chairs, and running up, she
hurried through the little door into the toy-shop.

Everything was just as she had left it, and the stream
was running merrily under the castle bridge; but just
as she was going by, the bridge itself began hitching
up in the middle and pawing, as it were, at the banks
of the stream in such an extraordinary manner that
she stopped to see what was going to happen.

“Tt °g gure to be something wonderous,” she said to
herself, as she stood watching it, and she was quite
right about this, for the bridge presently turned into a
remarkably spirited rocking-horse (dappled, with black
spots scattered about), and after rocking back and forth
once or twice, as if to be sure it really was a horse, set-
tled down perfectly still as if it never expected to be
96 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

anything else. In fact, with the exception of a large
fly, about as big as one of Dorothy’s feet, that was
buzzing about, everything in the window was now per-
fectly quiet, and drawing a long breath of relief, she
walked away through the shop.

As she walked along on the shelf, she presently came
to the grocer’s shop and found the Caravan sitting in











“AND FOUND THE CARAVAN SITTING IN A ROW ON A LITTLE
BENCH AT THE DOOR.”
SOMETHING ABOUT THE CAMEL 97

a row on a little bench at the door. The Admiral had
the Camel in his lap, and they were all gazing at it
with an air of extreme solicitude. It was a frowsy
little thing with lumpy legs that hung down in a dan-
gling way from the Admiral’s knees, and Sir Walter
was busily employed trying to make it drink some-
thing out of a bottle.

“What are you giving him?” inquired Dorothy,
curiously.

“Glue,” said the Admiral, promptly. “He needs stif-
fening up, you see.”

“Goodness gracious, what an awful dose!” said Dor-
othy, with a shudder.

“That does n’t make any difference so long as he
won't take it,” said Sir Walter; and here he flew
into a tremendous passion, and began beating the Camel
about the head so furiously with the bottle that
Dorothy cried out, ‘““Here—stop that instantly!”
«Fe does n’t mind it no more than if he was a bol-
ster,” put in the Highlander. “Set him up again and
let ’s see him fall down,” he added, rubbing his hands
together with a relish. |

“Indeed, you "ll do nothing of the sort,” exclaimed
Dorothy, with great indignation; and, snatching the

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Camel from the Admiral’s lap, she carried him into the
grocer’s shop and set him down upon the floor. The
Camel looked about for a moment with a very mourn-
ful expression on his face, and then climbed into one
of the drawers that was standing open, and pulled it
to after him as a person might close a door, and Dor-
othy, after watching this remarkable performance with
great wonderment, went out again.

The Caravan had lost no time, and were standing
on the bench, putting up a little sign on the front of
the shop with “CAMEL FOR SALE” on it, and Dorothy,
trying not to laugh, said, “Is this your shop?”

“Yes,” replied the Admiral, with an important air.
“The grocer ’s been sold for a cook because he had an
apron on, and we ’ve taken the business.”

“What are you going to keep?” asked Dorothy, who
was vastly amused at this idea.

“Why, we ’re going to keep the shop,” said the Ad-
miral, climbing down from the bench and staring at
her in great surprise.

“But you must certainly keep things to sell,” said
Dorothy.

“How can we keep things if we sell ’em?” inquired
Sir Walter. |
SOMETHING ABOUT THE CAMEL 99

“Well, you can’t sell anything unless you keep it in
the shop, you know,” persisted Dorothy, feeling that
she was somehow or other getting the worst of the
argument.

“Bosh!” said the Admiral, obstinately; ‘you can’t
keep things you sell—that is,” he added, “not unless
your customers are crazy”; and with this remark the
Caravan went into the shop and shut the door in ©
Dorothy’s face, as if she was n’t worth talking to any
longer.

Dorothy waited for a moment to see if they were
coming out again, and then, as there was a noise in-
side as if they were piling up the drawers against the
door by way of a barricade, she walked slowly away
through the toy-shop.

She had had such a variety of adventures in the
shop by this time that she was getting quite tired of
the place, and she was walking along rather disconso-
lately, and wishing there was some way of growing to
her natural size, and then getting back again to poor
old Unele Porticle and the Blue Admiral Inn, when,
as she went around the corner of the little apothe-
-eary’s shop, she came suddenly upon Bob Scarlet. To
her great surprise, he was now just about the size of
100 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

an ordinary robin; but he had on his red waistcoat,
and had quite as important an air as ever, and he was
strolling about examining the various toys, and putting
down the price of everything in a little red book, as if
he were thinking of going into the business himself.

“Now, I wonder how he ever got to be that size,”
thought Dorothy, as she hid behind a little pile of
lead-pencils and watched him over the top of them.
“T suppose he ’s eaten something, or drunk some-
thing, to make him grow, the way they do in fairy
stories; because the Admiral certainly said he was n’t
any bigger than an ant. And, oh! I wish I knew
what it was,” she added, mournfully, as the tears came
into her eyes at the thought of how small she was,
“T wish I knew what it was!”

“Tf I was n’t a little afraid of him,” she went on,
after she had had a little cry, “I ’d ask him. But
likely as not he ’d peck at me—old peckjabber!” and
here she laughed through her tears as she thought of
the Caravan in their little sunbonnets. “Or p’r’aps
he ’d snap me up! I ’ve often heard of snapping
people up when they asked too many questions, but
seems to me it never meant anything so awful as
that before”; and she was rambling on in this way,
SOMETHING ABOUT THE CAMEL 101

laughing and erying by turns, when at this moment
Bob Scarlet came suddenly upon a fine brass bird-cage,

and, after staring at it in a stupefied way for an in-

stant, he dropped his little book, with an appearance

of great agitation,
and hurried away

without so much as-

looking behind him.

Dorothy ran after
him, carefully keep-
ing out of sight in
case he should turn
around, and as she
went by the bird-
cage she saw that
it was marked “PER-
FECTLY SECURE” in
large letters. ‘And



“HE DROPPED HIS LITTLE BOOK, WITH AN
APPEARANCE OF GREAT AGITATION,
AND HURRIED AWAY.”

that ’s what took the conceit out of you, mister,” she

said, laughing to herself, and hurried along after the

Robin.

As she caught sight of him again he was just scur-

rying by the grocer’s shop, and she could see the faces
of the Caravan watching him, over the top of a little
102 THE ADMIRAL’S OARAVAN

half-blind in the window, with an expression of the
greatest concern, and the next moment a door at the
back of the shop opened and they all rushed out.
They had on their sunbonnets and shawls, and Doro-
thy saw that the
Admiral was car-
rying the Camel
under his arm; but
before she could
say a word to them
they had scampered
away and were out
of sight.

By this time the
toy-shop itself was













































Fs
“4 DOOR AT THE BACK OF THE SHOP OPENED :
AND THEY ALL RUSHED OUT.” all in a commo-

tion. Dolls were
climbing down from the shelves and falling over each
other; the big marbles had in some way got out of
the basket and were rolling about in all directions;
and Dorothy could see the old dame at the further end
of the shop, running about and frantically striking at
one thing after another with her spoon. To make
matters worse, quite a little army of tin soldiers sud-
denly appeared, running confusedly about, with the
SOMETHING ABOUT THE CAMEL 103

drawers from the little grocer’s shop upside down on
their heads, and all calling “Fire!” at the top of their
voices. As they could n’t see where anybody was go-
ing, or where they were going themselves, it made the
situation very desperate indeed.

Dorothy was frightened almost out of her wits, but
she ran on in a bewildered sort of a way, dodging the
rolling marbles and upsetting the dolls and the sol-
diers in great numbers, until she fortunately caught
sight of the little rat-hole of a door, and, rushing
through it, she hurried down the bank, knocking the
green rocking-chairs about in every direction, and ran
off into the wood as fast as she could g0.


CHAPTER IX
_ THE CAMEL’S COMPLAINT

DorotHy ran along until she thought she was quite
safe, and then stopped to look back and listen. There
was a confused sound of shouts and cries in the dis-
tance, but nothing seemed to be coming after her, so,
after waiting a moment to get her breath, she walked
quietly away through the wood.

“What a scene of turmoil it was!” she said to her-
self. (You see, she was trying to express herself in a
very dignified and composed manner, as if she had n’t
been in the least disturbed by what had happened.)
“JT presume—” she went on, “I presume it was some-
thing like a riot, although I really don’t see what it
was all about. Of course I ’ve never been in a riot,
but if it ’s anything like that, I shall never have any-
thing to do with one”;—which certainly was a very
wise resolution for a little girl to make; but as Doro-
thy was always making wise resolutions about things
THE CAMEL’S COMPLAINT 105

that were never going to happen, I really don’t fink
that this particular one was a matter of any con-
sequence.

She was so much pleased with these remarks that
she was going on to say a number of very fine things,
when she came suddenly upon the Caravan hiding be-
' hind a large tree. They were sitting in a little bunch
on the grass, and, as Dorothy appeared, they all put on
an appearance of great unconcern, and began staring
up at the branches of the tree, as if they had n’t
seen her.

“They ’ve certainly been oe something they ’re
ashamed of,” she said to herself, “but they can’t de-
ceive me with any such behavior as that”; and just
then the Admiral pretended he had just caught sight
of her and said, with a patronizing air, “Ah! How
ad ye do? How d’ ye do?” as if they had n’t met for
quite a while.

“You know perfectly well how I do, and I con-
sider that a very foolish remark,” replied Dorothy,
speaking in a very dignified manner, and not feeling
at all pleased with this reception; and then noticing
that Humphrey was nowhere to be seen, she Sous
severely, ‘‘Where ’s your Camel?”

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106 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

“Camels is no good,” said the Admiral, evasively. .
“Leastwise he was n’t.”

“Why not?” said Dorothy. She said this very
sternly, for she felt morally certain that the Admiral
was trying to conceal something from her.

“Well, you see,” said the Admiral, uneasily, ‘he
talked too much. He was always grumbling.”

“Grumbling about what?” said Dorothy.

““Oh, about a wariety of things,” said the Admiral.
“Meals and lodgings and all that, you know. I used
to try to stop him. ‘Cammy,’ I says—”

“ and Dorothy laughed and nodded, and the Admiral
went on—

“*Cammy,’ I says, ‘don’t scold so much’; but lor! I
might as well have talked to a turnpike-gate.”

“Better,” put in Sir Walter. “ That shuts up some-
times, and he never did.”

“Oh, jummy!” said the Highlander, with a chuckle,
“that ’s a good one!”

“But what was it all about?” persisted Dorothy.

““You tell her, Ruffles,” said the Admiral.

“Well,” said Sir Walter, “it was all the same thing,
THE CAMEL’S COMPLAINT 107

over and over again. He had it all in verses so he
would n’t forget any of it. It went like this:

“Canary-birds feed on sugar and seed,
Parrots have crackers to crunch;
And, as for the poodles, they tell me the noodles
Have chickens and cream for their lunch.
But there ’s never a question

About my digestion—
' ANnyTHING does for me!

“Cats, you ’re aware, can repose in a chair,
Chickens can roost upon rails ;
Puppies are able to sleep in a stable,
And oysters can slumber in pails.
But no one supposes
A poor Camel dozes—
ANY PLACE does for me!

“Lambs are inclosed where it ’s never exposed,
Coops are constructed for hens ;
Kittens are treated to houses well heated,
And pigs are-protected by pens.
But a Camel comes handy
Wherever it ’s sandy—
ANYWHERE does for me!
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“People would laugh if you rode a giraffe,
Or mounted the back of an ox;
Lt ’s nobody’s habit to ride on a rabbit,
Or try to. bestraddle a fox.
But as for a Camel, he ’s
Lidden by families—_
Any LoaD does for me!

“A snake is as round as a hole in the ground,
And weasels are wavy and sleek;
And no alligator could ever be straighter
Than heards that live in a creek.
But a Camel’s all lumpy
And bumpy and humpy—
ANY SHAPE does for me!”

Now, Dorothy was a very tender-hearted little child,
and by the time these verses were finished she hardly
knew whether to laugh or to ery. “Poor old, feeble-
minded thing!” she said, compassionately. “And what
became of him at last?”

There was a dead silence for a moment, and then
the Admiral said solemnly: 7

“We put him in a pond.”

“Why, that ’s the most unhuman thing I ever heard
THE CAMEL’S COMPLAINT 109

of in all my life!” exclaimed Dorothy, greatly shocked
at this news.
“Well,” said the Admiral, in a shamefaced sort of





























































































THE CARAVAN DISCIPLINE THE CAMEL.

way, “we thought it was a good thing to do—for us,
you know.”
“And J call it proud and unforgiving,” said Doro-
110 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN .

thy, indignantly. ‘Did the poor creature say any-
thing?”

“Not at first,” said the Admiral; “but after he got
in he said things.”

“Such as what?” said Dorothy.

“Oh, we could n’t make out what he said,” replied
the Admiral, peevishly. “It was perfectly unintellijib-
bergibble.”

“Kind of gurgly,” put in the Highlander.

“Did he go right down?” inquired Dorothy, very
anxiously.

“Not a bit of it,” said the Admiral, flippantly.
“He never went down at all. He floated, just like a
cork, you know.”

“Round and round and round,” added Sir Walter.

“Like a turnip,” put in the Highlander.

“What do you mean by that?” said Dorothy,
sharply.

“Nothing,” said the Highlander, looking very much
abashed; “only I thought turnips turned round.”

Dorothy was greatly provoked at all this, and felt
that she really ought to say something very severe;
but the fact was that the Caravan looked so innocent,
sitting on the grass with their sunbonnets all crooked
THE CAMEL’S COMPLAINT 111

on their heads, that it was as much as she could do
to keep from laughing outright. ‘You know,” she
said to herself, “if it was n’t for the Highlander’s
whiskers, it ’d be precisely like a’ infant class having
a picnic; and after all, they ’re really nothing but
graven images”—so she contented herself by saying,
as severely as she could:

“Well, I ’m extremely displeased, and I ’m very
much ashamed of all of you.” |

The Caravan received this reproof with great cheer-
fulness, especially the Admiral, who took a look at
Dorothy through his spy-glass, and then said with
much satisfaction: “Now we ’re each being ashamed
of by three persons”; but Dorothy very properly took
no notice of this Sa and walked away in a dig-
nified manner.
CHAPTER X .
THE SIZING TOWER

As Dorothy walked along, wondering what would
happen to her next, she felt something tugging at her
frock, and looking around she saw that it was the
Highlander running along beside her, quite breathless,
and trying very hard to attract her attention. “ Oh,
it ’s you, is it?” she said, stopping short and looking
at him pleasantly. ;

“Yes, it ’s me,” said the Highlander, sitting down
on the ground as if he were very much fatigued.
“I ’ve been wanting to speak to you privately for a
very long time.”

“What about?” said Dorothy, wondering what was
coming now.

“Well,” said the Highlander, blushing violently and
appearing to be greatly embarrassed, “you seem to be
a very kind-hearted person, and I wanted to show you
some poetry I ’ve written.”

‘Did you compose it?” said Dorothy, kindly.
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“No,” said the Highlander; “I only made it up.
Would you like to hear it?”

“Oh, yes, indeed,” said Dorothy, as gravely as she
could; “I should like to hear it very much.”

“Tt ’s called”—said the Highlander, lowering his
voice confidentially and looking cautiously about—
“it ’s called ‘The Pickle and the Policeman’;” and,
taking a little paper out of his pocket, he began:

“ There was a little pickle and his name was John —”

“Oh, dear!” exclaimed Dorothy, “I don’t think that
will do at all.”

“Suppose I call him George?” said the Highlander,
gazing reflectively at his paper. “It’s got to be some-
thing short, you know.”

“But you must n’t call him anything,” said Dorothy,
laughing. ‘Pickles don’t have any names.”

“All right,” said the Highlander; and, taking out a
pencil, he began repairing his poetry with great indus-
try. He did a great deal of writing, and a good deal
of rubbing out with his thumb, and finally said
triumphantly :

“ There was a litile pickle and he had wt any name!”
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“Yes, that will do very nicely,” said Dorothy; and
the Highlander, clearing his voice, read off his poetry
with a great flourish:

“There was a little pickle and he had wt any name—
In this respect, I’m just informed, all pickles are the same.
A large policeman came along, a-swinging of his club,
And took that little pickle up and put him in a tub.

“That ’s rather good about taking him up,” said the
Highlander, chuckling to himself; “so exactly like a
policeman, you know.”

“Oh, yes, indeed,” said Dorothy, who was ready to
scream with laughter. ‘What ’s the rest of it?”

“There is n’t any more,” said the Highlander, rather
confusedly. “There was going to be another verse,
but I could nt think of anything more to say.”

“Oh, well, it ’s very nice as it is,” said Dorothy,
consolingly; and then, as the Highlander put up his
paper and went away, she laughed till her eyes were
full of tears. “They are all funny,” she said at last,
as she walked away through the wood, “but I think
he ’s funnier than all of ’em put together”—which,
by the way, was not a very sensible remark for her to
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make, as you will see if you ‘ll take the trouble to
think it over.

But presently, as she strolled along, she made a dis-
covery that quite drove the Highlander and his ridicu-



“THERE IS N’T ANY MORE, SAID THE HIGHLANDER, RATHER CONFUSEDLY.”

lous poetry out of her head. It was a tower in the
wood; not an ordinary tower, of course, for there
would have been nothing remarkable about that, but
a tower of shining brass, and so high that the top of .
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it was quite out of sight among the branches of the
trees. But the strangest thing about it was that there
seemed to be no possible way of getting into it, and
Dorothy was very cautiously walking around it to see
if she could find any door when she came suddenly
upon the Caravan standing huddled together, and
apparently in-a state of great excitement.

“What is it?” asked Dorothy, eagerly.

“Hush!” said the Admiral, in an agitated whisper.
“We think it ’s where Bob Scarlet changes himself”—
and as he said this there was a tremendous flapping
of wings, and down came Bob Scarlet through the
branches and landed with a thump a little way from
where they were standing. He was as big as a goose
again, and his appearance was so extremely formidable
that the Caravan, as one man, threw themselves flat
on their faces in a perfect frenzy of terror, and Dor-
othy herself hid in the grass, with her heart beating
like a little eight-day clock. But Bob Scarlet fortu-
nately paid no more attention to any of them than if
they had been so many flies, and, after strutting about
for a moment with his usual important air, strolled
away in the direction of the toy-shop.

“Now what do you make of that?” said the Admiral,
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lifting up his head. ‘“ He went in at a little door
not five minutes ago, and he was n’t any bigger than
an every-day bird.”

“T ’m sure I don’t know what to make of it,” said
Dorothy. “ But where is the door?” she added, run-
ning around the tower and looking at it on all sides.

“Tt went up after him,” said the Admiral, “like a
~ corkscrew.”

“And it ’s coming down again, like a gimlet!”
shouted the Highlander; and, as they all looked up,
sure enough there was the little door slowly coming
down, around and around, as if it were descending an
invisible staircase on the outside of the tower. They
all watched this performance with much interest, and
as the door touched the ground it opened, and, to
-Dorothy’s amazement, out came the little field-mouse.

“What is it?” cried Dorothy, as they all crowded
around the little creature. “Do tell us what it all
means.”

“Tt ’s a Sizing Tower,” said the Mouse, its little
voice trembling with agitation. “You get big at the
top, and little at the bottom. I would n’t go up there
again—not for a bushel of nuts.”

‘““'Were you pretty big?” inquired Sir Walter.
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“Monstrous!” said the Mouse, with a little shudder;
“I was as big as a squirrel; and while I was up there,
Bob Scarlet flew up and came down with the door,
and there I was.”

“That was a precious mess!” remarked the High-
lander.

.“Was n't it now!” said the Mouse. “And if he
had n’t taken it into his head to come up again and
jly down, I ’d ’a been there yet.”

“Why, it ’s the very thing for us!” cried Dorothy,
clapping her hands with delight as a happy thought
occurred to her. “Let ’s all go up and get back our
regular selves.” |

“You go first,” said the Admiral, a eine: “and
call down to us how it feels.” But Dorothy would n’t
hear of this; and after a great deal of arguing and
pushing and saying “You go in first,” the whole party
at last got squeezed in through the little doorway.
Then the Mouse sat up on its hind legs and waved
a little farewell with its paws, and the door softly
. Closed.

“Tf we begin to grow now,” said the Admiral’s voice
in the dark, “we ‘ll all be squeegeed, sure /”
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“What an extraordinary thing!” exclaimed Dorothy;
for they had come out into a street full of houses.

“What J want to know is what ’s become of the
door,” said Sir Walter, indignantly, staring at a high
wall where the door had been, and which was now
perfectly blank.

“IT ’m sure I don’t know,” said Dorothy, quite bewil-

dered. “It ’s really quite mysterious, is n’t it?”
“Tt makes my stomach tickle like anything,” said
the Highlander, in a quavering voice.

‘What shall we do?” said Dorothy, looking about
uneasily.

“Run away!” said the Admiral, promptly; and
without another word the Caravan took to their heels
and disappeared around a corner. Dorothy hurried
after them, but by the time she turned the corner
they were quite out of sight; and as she stopped and
looked about her she discovered that she was once
more in the Ferryman’s street, and, to her great de-
light, quite as large as she had been when she left
the Blue Admiral Inn.
CHAPTER XI
THE DANCING ANIMALS

Ir seemed to be evening again, and, although the
. Ferryman was nowhere in sight, Dorothy knew the
place the moment she looked up and saw the peaked
roofs outlined against the sky. The houses were
quaint, old-fashioned-looking buildings with the up-
per parts jutting far out beyond the lower stories
and with dark little doorways almost hidden in the
shadows beneath; and the windows were very small
casements filled with diamond-shaped panes of shining
green glass. All the houses were brilliantly lighted up,
and there were great iron lamps swung on chains
across the street, so that the street itself was almost
as bright as day, and Dorothy thought she recognized
it as a place she had once read about where nobody
but astrologers lived. There was a confused sound of
fiddling going on somewhere, and as Dorothy walked
along she could hear a scufflimg noise inside the
houses as if the inhabitants were dancing about on ~
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sanded floors. Presently, as she turned a corner, she
came upon a number of storks who were dancing a
sort of solemn quadrille up and down the middle of
the street. They stopped dancing as she came along,
and stood in a row gazing gravely at her as she
passed by and then resumed their quadrille as sol-
emnly as before.

~The strangest thing about the fiddling was that it
seemed to be going on somewhere in the air, and
the sound appeared to come from all directions at
once. At first the music was soft and rather slow
in time, but it grew louder and louder, and the fid-
dles played faster and faster, until presently they
“were going at such a furious rate that Dorothy
stopped and looked back to see how the storks were
getting on in their dancing; and she could see them
in the distance, scampering up and down the street,
and bumping violently against one ‘another in a fran-
tic attempt to keep time with the music. At any
other time she would have been vastly amused at
this spectacle; but just. then she was feeling a little
afraid that some of the astrologers might come out
to see what was going on, and she was therefore

quite relieved when the storks presently gave up all
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hope of finishing their quadrille, and rising in the air
with a tremendous flapping of wings, flew away over
the tops of the houses and disappeared. Strangely
enough, the sound of the fiddling followed them like
a traveling band, and grew fainter and fainter until it
finally died away in the distance.

But the scuffling noise in the houses continued, and
Dorothy did just what you ’d suppose such a curious
little child would have done—that is, she stole up
and peeped in at one of the windows; but she could
see nothing through the thick glass but some strange-
looking shadows bobbing confusedly about inside. Of
course you know what she did then. In fact, after
hesitating a moment, she softly opened the door of
the house and went in.

The room was full of animals of every description,
dancing around in a ring with the greatest enthusi-
asm; and as Dorothy appeared they all shouted,
“Here she is!” and, before she could say a single
word, the two nearest to her (they were an elephant
and a sheep, by the way) seized her by the hands,
and the next moment she was dancing in the ring.
She was quite surprised to see that the elephant was
no bigger than the sheep; and, as she looked about,
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it seemed to her, in the confusion, that all the animals
in the room were of precisely the same size.

“Tg n't it rather unusual—” she said to the Sheep
(it seemed more natural, somehow, to speak to the



PE
‘AN ELEPHANT AND A SHEEP SEIZED HER BY THE HANDS, AND THE NEXT
i MOMENT SHE WAS DANCING IN THE RING.”

Sheep) —“is n’t it rather unusual for different animals
to be so much alike?”

“Not in our set,” said the Sheep, conceitedly. “We
all know who ’s who. Of course we have to mark
the pigs, as they ’re so extremely like the polar-
bears;” and Dorothy noticed that two pigs, who were
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dancing just opposite to her, had labels with “pie”
on them hung around their necks by little chains, as
if they had been a couple of decanters—“ only,” she
thought, “it would have been ‘sHERRY’ or ‘MADEIRA’
instead of ‘PIG,’ you know.”

“IT suppose you all came out of a Noah’s Ark,” she
said presently, at a venture.

“Of course. . Largest size, I believe. How very
clever you are!” said the Sheep, admiringly. “By the
way,” she added, confidentially, “do you happen to
know what a tapir is?”

‘“T believe it ’s something to light, like a candle,”
said Dorothy.

“Does it ever go out of its own accord?” inquired
the Sheep.

“Tt ought not to,” said Dorothy.

“Then that accounts for the trouble we ’ve had,”
said the Sheep, with a satisfied air. “Those two tapirs
dancing over there are always in everybody’s way, and
we ’ve had to put them out over and over again.”

This sounded like a joke; but the Sheep was so
serious that Dorothy did n’t dare to laugh, so she
said, by way of continuing the conversation, “I don’t
see any birds here.”
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“Oh dear, no!” exclaimed the Sheep; “you see,
this is really a quadrupedrille. Of course you ’re all
right, because it ’s precisely as if you were dancing on
your hind feet. In fact,” she added, nodding approv-
ingly, “you look almost as well as if you were.”

“Thank you!” said Dorothy, laughing.

“There was a seal that wanted to join,” the Sheep
went on. “He pressed us very hard, but he never
made the slightest impression on us;” and there was
a twinkle in the Sheep’s eyes as she said this, so that
Dorothy felt morally certain it was a joke this time;
but, before she could make any reply, the Hlephant
called out ‘ Recess!” and the animals all stopped
dancing and began walking about and fanning them-
selves with little portfolios which they produced in
such a mysterious manner that Dorothy could n’t see
where in the world they came from. |

“Now, look here,” said the Elephant,—he seemed. to
be a sort of Master of Ceremonies, and the animals all
clustered about him as he said this,—“why can’t she
dance with the Camel?” and he pointed out Dorothy
with his portfolio.

“She can!” shouted the animals in chorus. “Come
on, Sarah!”—and the Camel, who had been moping in
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a corner with her head against the wall, came forward
with a very sulky expression on her face.

“Her name is Sahara,” whispered the Sheep, pluck-
ing at Dorothy’s frock to attract her attention, ‘but
we call her Sarah to save time. She ’s kind of
grumpy now because the other Camel stayed away,
but she ‘ll titter like a turtle when she gets to
dancing.”

“TI don’t know what relation she is to Humphrey,”
thought Dorothy, as the Camel took her by the hand,
‘but she ’s certainly big enough to be his great-grand-
mother ten times over.” Before she had time to think
any more about it, however, the Elephant called out,
‘Ladies change!” and the dancing began again harder
than ever.

It was a very peculiar dance this time, and, as near
as Dorothy could make it out, consisted principally in
the animals passing her along from one to another as
if they were each anxious to get rid of her; and pres-
ently she discovered that, in some unaccountable man-
ner, she had been passed directly through the fireplace
into the next house; but as this house was quite as
full of dancing animals as the other, this did n’t help |
matters much except that it got Sarah out of the
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way—‘“‘and that,” said poor little Dorothy to herself,
“is certainly something !”
Just then the Elephant, who had mysteriously ap-





























THE ANIMALS CROSSING OVER.

peared from a pantry in one corner of the room,
shouted out, “All cross over!” and the animals began
to crowd out of the house into the courtyard, and
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then, pushing in great confusion through a large gate-
way, rushed across the street and into the house on
the other side of the way. Dorothy was quite taken
off her feet in the rush, but, watching her chance,
she hid behind a large churn that was standing con-
veniently in the middle of the street; and when they
had all passed in, she ran away down the street as
fast as she could go.

She ran on until she had got quite out of the
Ferryman’s street, and was walking along in the open
country, feeling quite pleased with herself for having
so cleverly escaped from the dancing-party without
having to take the trouble of saying “Good night” to
the Elephant, when she saw, in the moonlight, some-
thing white lying beside the road, and going up to it,
she discovered it was a letter.
CHAPTER XII
THE CARAVAN COMES HOME

Tur letter was lying on a flat stone, with several
lumps of sugar laid on it like paper-weights to keep it
from blowing away. It was n’t at all a nice-looking
letter; in fact, it looked as if it had been dragged
over the ground for a long distance; and Dorothy,
after observing all this, was just turning away when
she chanced to look at the address and saw that the
letter was intended for her. The address was writ-
ten in a very cramped little hand, and the writing
was crowded up into one corner as if it were trying
to get over the edge of the envelope; but the words
were “To Dorotuy,” as plain as possible.

‘What a very strange thing!” she said to herself,
taking up the letter and turning it over several times
rather distrustfully. ‘I don’t think it looks very nice,
but it may be something important, and I s’pose I
ought to read it”; and saying this, she opened the

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130 THE ADMIRAL’S CARAVAN

letter. It was printed in funny little letters something
like bird-tracks, and this was what was in it:

We are in a bad fix. The fix is a cage. We have been
seezed in a outburst of ungovernerubble fury by Bob Scarlet.
He says there ’s been too many robbin pies. He goes on,
and says he is going to have a girl pie. With gravy. We
shreeked out that we was nt girls. Only disgized and tuff
as anything. He says with a kurdling laff we ‘ll do. O save
us. We wish we was home. There is no male and we send
this by a noble rat. He is a female.

THE CARAVAN.

“Now, that ’s the most ridiculous letter I ever got,”
said Dorothy, gazing at it in blank astonishment;
“and I don’t think-it ’s spelled very well either,” she
added. rather doubtfully as she read it again; ‘“ but of
course I must go and help the poor little creatures. I
ought to feel frightened, but I really feel as brave as
an ox. I s’pose that ’s because I ’m going to help the
unfortunate”; and putting the letter in her pocket,
she started off.

“Tt ’s perfectly surprising,” she said to herself as
she ran along, ‘‘the mischief they get into! They ’re
really no more fit to be going about alone than so
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many infants”; and she was so pleased with herself
for saying this that she began to feel quite large and
bold. “But it was very clever of ’em to think of the
rat,” she went on, “and of course that accounts for
the sugar. No one but a rat would ever have thought
of using sugar for paper-weights. If I was n’t afraid
of a rat I ’d wish it had n’t gone away, though, for
I have n’t the slightest idea where the Caravan is, or
which way I ought to go.”

But it presently appeared that the noble rat had
arranged the whole matter for her; for as Dorothy
ran along she began to find lumps of sugar set up at
intervals like little mile-stones, so that she should n’t
miss the road.

“Tt ’s precisely like Hop-o’-my-thumb and his little
crumbs of bread,” she said, laughing to herself when
she saw these, “only better, because, you see, the
- birds can’t carry them off.”

The rat, however, seemed to have had a very
roundabout idea of a road, for the lumps of sugar
were scattered zigzag in every direction, and, at one
place, led directly through a knot-hole in a fence as if
nobody could possibly have any trouble in getting
through that; but, as the little mile-stones appeared
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again on the other side of the fence, Dorothy scram-
bled over and ran on. Then she found herself
climbing over rocks and wading through little puddles
of water where the sugar was set up on stones in
the most thoughtful way, so that it should n’t melt;
and in another place the lumps were stuck up in a
line on the trunk of a large tree, and, after leading
the way through a number of branches, suddenly de-
scended on the opposite side of the tree into a little
bog, where Dorothy stuck fast for several minutes and
got her shoes very much soiled. All this was very
provoking, and she was beginning to get a little out
of patience, when the lumps of sugar suddenly came
to an end at a small stone wall; and, looking. over it,
she spied the Caravan in their cage.

The cage proved to be an enormous rat-trap, and
the Caravan, with remarkable presence of mind, had
put their legs through between the wires at the bot-
tom of it, and were walking briskly along, holding up
the cage with their hands. The news of this extraor-
dinary performance had evidently been spread abroad,
as the Ferryman and a number of serious-looking
storks were escorting the Caravan with an air of
great interest, and occasionally taking to their heels
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when the Admiral chanced to look at them through
the wires with his spy-glass. There was a door, to
be sure, in the side of the trap, quite big enough
for the Admiral, and Sir Walter, and the Highlander
to come out of, all in a row if they liked, but they
evidently had w’t noticed this— “and I ’m not
going to tell ’em about it, just yet,” said Dorothy
to herself, ‘‘ because they deserve to be punished for
their capers. But it ’s really quite clever of ’em to
put their little legs through in that way,” she went
on, “and extremely convenient—that is, you know,”
she added thoughtfully, “so long as they all want to
go the same way”; and, with this wise reflection, she
scrambled over the wall and ran after the procession.

The Admiral and Sir Walter seemed greatly morti-
fied when Dorothy appeared, and she saw that Sir
Walter was making a desperate attempt to pull up
his legs into the cage as if he had n’t anything
whatever to do with the affair. The Highlander, how-
ever, who always seemed to have peculiar ideas of his
own, shouted out “ Philopene!” as he caught sight of
her, and then laughed uproariously as if this were the
finest joke in the world; but Dorothy, very properly,
took not the slightest notice of his remark.
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“How did you ever get into this scrape?” said she,
addressing the Admiral as the head of the family.

“Tt was easy enough to get into,” said the Admiral,
peevishly; “we just fell into it through the hole in
the top. But there was n’t any scrape about it until
we tried to get out again. Then we got scraped like
anything.”

“Needles was nothing to it,” added Sir Walter,
solemnly. :

“Nor cats,” put in the Highlander.

“T ’m very sorry,” said Dorothy, compassionately ;
“and are you really going to be made into a pie?” -

“Oh, dear, no!” said the Admiral. “We got ex-
cused.”

““Hixcused?” exclaimed Dorothy, very much surprised.

‘““Well, it was something like that,” said Sir Walter,
confusedly. “‘ You see, Bob Scarlet did n’t exactly like
to come in here after us—”

“Unconquerabubble awersion to cages,” explained
the Admiral.

“ And so he goes off after hooks to pull us out
with,” continued Sir Walter —

“And we inwents this way of going about, and
comes away!” added the Admiral triumphantly.
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“And where are you going now?” said Dorothy;
for by this time they were running so fast that she

could hardly keep up with them.
“We ’re going to the Ferry,” said the Admiral,



“BY THIS TIME THEY WERE RUNNING SO FAST THAT SHE COULD HARDLY
KEEP UP WITH THEM.”

“and these pelicans are showing us the way”; and as
he said this the whole party hurried through a little
archway and came out at the waterside.

An old stage-coach. without any wheels was floating
close up against the river-bank, and quite a little
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party of the dancing animals was crowding aboard of
‘it, pushing and shoving one another, and all talking
in the most excited manner; and as Dorothy found
herself next to her old friend the Sheep, in the
crowd, she inquired anxiously, ‘““Where are you all |
going?” ie

“We don’t know exactly,” said the Sheep, “but
we ’ve all taken tickets to different places so as to be
sure of getting somewhere”; and with this remark the
Sheep disappeared in the crowd, leaving Dorothy very
much bewildered. |

By this time the Caravan had, by great exertions,
chmbed up on top of the coach and were sitting
there in the cage, as if it had been a sort of cupola
for purposes of observation; and, indeed, the Admiral
was already quite absorbed in taking in various points
of interest with his glass. The storks, meanwhile, had
crowded into the coach after the animals, and had
their heads out through all the windows as if there
were no room for them inside. This gave the coach
somewhat the appearance of a large chicken-coop with
too many chickens in it; and as Dorothy did n’t fancy
a crowd, she climbed up on the box. As she did so,
Sarah, the Camel, put her head out of the front
THE CARAVAN COMES HOME 137

window and, laying it in Dorothy’s lap, murmured,
‘“‘Good-evening,” and went comfortably to sleep. The
next moment the fiddles in the air began playing
again and the stage-coach sailed away.

Dorothy never knew exactly what happened next,
because everything was so confused. She had an idea,
however, that they were all singing the Ferry Song,
and that they had just got to a new part, beginning —

“It pours into picnics and swishes the dishes,”

when a terrible commotion began on top of the coach,
and she saw that Bob Scarlet had suddenly appeared
inside the cage without his waistcoat, and that the Cara-
van were frantically squeezing themselves out between
the wires. At the same moment a loud roaring sound
arose in the air, and the quadrupeds and the storks
began jumping out of the windows in all directions.
Then the stage-coach began to rock violently, and
she felt that it was about to roll over, and clutched
at the neck of the Camel to save herself; but the
Camel had slipped away, and she found she had hold
of something like a soft cushion—and the next mo-

ment the coach went over with a loud erash.
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Dorothy gave a little scream as the coach went
over, and then held her breath; but instead of sous-

































“TT SLOWLY CHANGED TO A BIRD-CAGE WITH A ROBIN SITTING IN IT.”

ing into the water as she expected, she came down on
top of it with a hard bump, and, very much to her
astonishment, found herself sitting up on a carpeted
THE CARAVAN COMES HOME 139

floor. For a moment the rat-trap, with Bob Scarlet
inside of it, seemed to be floating around in the air
like a wire balloon, and then, as she rubbed her eyes
and looked again, it slowly changed into a bird-cage
with a fat robin sitting in it on a perch, and peering
sharply at her sideways with one of his bright little
eyes; and she found she was sitting on the floor of
‘the little parlor of the Blue Admiral Inn, with her
little rocking-chair overturned beside her and the
cushion firmly clutched in her hand. The coach, and
the dancing animals, and the Ferryman and his storks
had all disappeared, which was a very fortunate thing, as
there was n’t room for them in the parlor; and as for
the roaring sound in the air—why, Uncle Porticle was
fast asleep in his big arm-chair, with his handkerchief
spread over his face, and I think it more than likely
that he had something to do with the sound.

_ Dorothy stared about. for a moment, and then,
suddenly remembering the Caravan, she jumped up and
ran to the window. It was snowing hard, and she
saw through the driving snowflakes that the High-
lander and Sir Walter Rosettes were standing on their
pedestals, complacently watching the people hurrying
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by with their Christmas parcels; and as for the Ad-
miral, he was standing on Mis pedestal, with a little
pile of snow like a sugar-loaf on top of his hat, and
intently gazing across the street through his spy-glass.





















































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