Dolly Dear; Or, the Story of a Waxen Beauty (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1883. Excerpt: ... "That's him, them's the fat horses and that's the fat coachman," cried the younger child presently, clapping her hands, not because she was particularly anxious to see the carriage, but because everything was so delightful. "Oh Annie, let's run and meet them." "No, no, Lizzie, we'll just wait here," said Annie. In another minute the carriage entered the gates and stopped at the tiny, creeper-covered lodge. A woman got out with a bundle in her hand, and the carriage rolled on up the avenue to the house. The woman stood still looking bewildered. She did not know where she was; but the next moment Annie's arms were flung round her neck, and the mother and daughter were kissing eagerly. "Oh mother, how strong and well you look --quite fat and rosey; oh mother, mother," cried Annie with delight. "And how well you look, Annie; but where are we? I feel all in a daze. Dear Miss Winifred came with me in that lovely carriage, but she wouldn't tell me anything." "No mother, it was a great secret, and they promised I should tell you myself. Oh mother, we are at home Look, mother, this lovely cottage is our home, and we are never to go back to Peache's Court any more. This is Dr Bannerman's country place, and you are to be the woman at the lodge. Oh mother, isn't it lovely " and Annie laughed aloud with delight. Mrs Pointer stood still with amazement and looked round her. "That beautiful cottage in God's own sweet country to be our home " she exclaimed. "Oh, it is too much, too much It cannot be true " "Yes, but it is true, mother. You are to be the woman at the lodge, and we are to have poor people from London, who have not been well, to live with us to get country air and grow strong. And I am to keep the house clean, and you are to do needle-work; and Lizzie Mill...