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Title: Dorothy Dainty's Gay Times

Author: Amy Brooks

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DOROTHY DAINTY'S GAY TIMES

by

AMY BROOKS

Author of _Dorothy Dainty Series_, _The Randy Books_,
and _A Jolly Cat Tale_

With Illustrations by the Author

1908

[Illustration: Down the path came a lovely little girl swinging a
skipping-rope.]

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I. THE FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL.

II. ARABELLA AT SCHOOL

III. THE DIALOGUE

IV. AN ENTERTAINMENT

V. THE RETURN OF PATRICIA

VI. WHAT FLOSSIE DID

VII. PATRICIA'S PROMISE

VIII. THE PARTY

IX. TWO SLEIGHRIDES

X. THE PUNG RIDE

XI. AN UNEXPECTED TRIP

XII. THE NECKLACE

ILLUSTRATIONS

Down the path came a lovely little girl swinging a skipping-rope

She was reaching down as if to get something

"Put your left paw on _do_, and your right paw on _mi_; now sing"

"There! that's another fountain"

"I'll go if you'll promise to bring me back"

Nancy clasped her hands together and gasped, "Oh-o-o!"

CHAPTER I

THE FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL

The great gateway stood wide open, and through it one could see the fine
stone house with its vine-covered balconies, its rare flowers and
stately trees.

A light breeze swayed the roses, sending out their perfume in little
gusts of sweetness, while across the path the merry sunbeams flickered,
like little dancing elves.

Down the path came a lovely little girl, swinging a skipping-rope, and
dancing over