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Title: Two Little Travellers
A Story for Girls

Author: Frances Browne Arthur

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Language: English

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TWO LITTLE TRAVELLERS

A Story for Girls

by

RAY CUNNINGHAM

(FRANCES BROWNE ARTHUR)

Author of "For Gilbert's Sake," "John Carew's Daughter," &c., &c.

Thomas Nelson and Sons
London, Edinburgh, and New York
1903

"Oh! there's nothing on earth half so holy
As the innocent heart of a child."

CHARLES DICKENS.

TO
MY CHILDREN

CONTENTS.

I. UNDER THE CEDAR TREE

II. LEFT BEHIND!

III. THE BABES IN THE WOOD

IV. FAR, FAR AWAY!

V. GONE AMISSING!

VI. THE CRUISE OF H.M.S. "DREADNOUGHT"

VII. HILL DIFFICULTY

VIII. BAMBO AND BRUNO

IX. THE NEXT MORNING

X. THE HAPPY LAND

XI. A SUDDEN FLIGHT

XII. FOLLOWED BY THE ENEMY

XIII. A TERRIBLE FRIGHT

XIV. AT EVENING TIME

XV. BAMBO'S FRIEND

XVI. COMING AND GOING

XVII. ADIEU!

TWO LITTLE TRAVELLERS.

CHAPTER I.

UNDER THE CEDAR TREE.

"There are twelve months throughout the year,
From January to December,
And the primest month of all the twelve
Is the merry month of September!
Then apples so red
Hang overhead,
And nuts, ripe-brown,
Come showering down
In the bountiful days of September!"

MARY HOWITT.

It was pleasant under the shade of the huge cedar tree on the lawn at
Firgrove that golden Sunday afternoon. It was autumn, really and truly,
going by the calendar at the back of the small cat-eared diary which
Darby had coaxed from his father and always carried in his pocket. Yet
the sunsh