Dorothy sighed and commenced to breathe easier.
In 1736 Tucker married Dorothy, the daughter of Edward Barker of East Betchworth, cursitor baron of the exchequer.
He married Dorothy (1617-1684), daughter of Robert Sidney, 2nd earl of Leicester.
1628), and of Dorothy, daughter of Sir John Philipps of Picton Castle, Pembrokeshire, was born at Dublin on the 10th of July 1614, was educated at Magdalen College, Oxford, and was admitted to Lincoln's Inn in 1634.
He married in this year Dorothy, daughter of Edward East of Bledlow in Buckinghamshire.
In 1649 he married Dorothy, daughter of Richard Mayor, or Major, of Hursley in Hampshire.
His mother was Lady Dorothy Manners, daughter of John, earl of Rutland.
SIDNEY (or [[Sydney), Algernon]] (1622-1683), English politician, second son of Robert, 2nd earl of Leicester, and of Dorothy Percy, daughter of Henry, 9th earl of Northumberland, was born at Penshurst, Kent, in 1622.
He married in 1766 Lady Dorothy Cavendish (1750-1794), daughter of the 4th duke of Devonshire, and was succeeded as 4th duke by his son William Henry (1768-1854), who married a daughter of the famous gambler, General John Scott, and was brother-in-law to Canning.
Mark Pattison's tenth and youngest sister was Dorothy Wyndlow Pattison (1832-1878), better known as Sister Dora, the name she took in 1864 on becoming a member of the Anglican sisterhood of the Good Samaritan at Coatham, Yorkshire.
On the bank of the Potomac is a brick house which was for several years the home of Francis Scott Key, author of "The Star-Spangled Banner"; on Analostan Island in the river was a home of James Murray Mason; Georgetown Heights was the home of the popular novelist, Mrs Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte Southworth (1819-1899).
"Perhaps," said Dorothy, "if you untied him, he would go."
Next minute there was a roar and a sharp crash, and at her side Dorothy saw the ground open in a wide crack and then come together again.
When Dorothy recovered her senses they were still falling, but not so fast.
1 Thomas Osborne, the future lord treasurer, succeeded to the baronetcy and estates in Yorkshire on his father's death in 1647, and after unsuccessfully courting his cousin Dorothy Osborne, married Lady Bridget Bertie, daughter of the earl of Lindsey.
Madison married, in 1794, Dorothy Payne Todd (1772-1849), widow of John Todd, a Philadelphia lawyer.
"What is your name?" said Dorothy, thinking she liked the boy's manner and the cheery tone of his voice.
Dorothy grabbed fast hold of the buggy top and the boy did the same.
How long this state of things continued Dorothy could not even guess, she was so greatly bewildered.
The ladies who formed the first committee were: Lady Borthwick, the dowager-duchess of Marlborough (first lady president), Lady Wimborne, Lady Randolph Churchill, Lady Charles Beresford, the dowager-marchioness of Waterford, Julia marchioness of Tweeddale, Julia countess of Jersey, Mrs (subsequently Lady) Hardman, Lady Dorothy Nevill, the Honourable Lady Campbell (later Lady Blythswood), the Honourable Mrs Armitage, Mrs Bischoffsheim, Miss Meresia Nevill (the first secretary of the Ladies' Council).
There are few things in literary history more remarkable than this friendship. The gifted Dorothy Wordsworth described Coleridge as "thin and pale, the lower part of the face not good, wide mouth, thick lips, not very good teeth, longish, loose, half-curling, rough, black hair," - but all was forgotten in the magic charm of his utterance.
Jim the horse had seen these spires, also, and his ears stood straight up with fear, while Dorothy and Zeb held their breaths in suspense.
The earliest genuine documents of the Bohemian language comprise several hymns and legends; of the latter the legend of St Catherine and that of St Dorothy have the greatest value.
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After a brief residence with his mother, who was needlessly alarmed at the idea of her son falling a victim to some casual coquette, Swift towards the close of 1689 entered upon an engagement as secretary to Sir William Temple, whose wife (Dorothy Osborne) was distantly related to Mrs Swift.
Among his publications may be mentioned: A Rebel's Recollections (1874); The Last of the Flatboats (1900); Camp Venture (I goo); A Carolina Cavalier (1901); Dorothy South (1902); The Master of Warlock (1903); Evelyn Byrd (1904); A Daughter of the South (1905); Blind Alleys (1906); Love is the Sum of it all (1907); and Long Knives (1907) .
"Hello!" he said, seeing her, "are you Dorothy Gale?"
Dorothy thought he just wiggled one of his drooping ears, but that was all.
Dorothy was too dazed to say much, but she watched one of Jim's big ears turn to violet and the other to rose, and wondered that his tail should be yellow and his body striped with blue and orange like the stripes of a zebra.
Dorothy had a green streak through the center of her face where the blue and yellow lights came together, and her appearance seemed to add to his fright.
Dorothy and Zeb looked at one another in wonder.
"As for that, we are in the same scrape ourselves," answered Dorothy, cheerfully.
"I'm sure we are in no danger," said Dorothy, in a sober voice.
"Look out!" cried Dorothy, who noticed that the beautiful man did not look where he was going; "be careful, or you'll fall off!"
"Yes; but it's lots of fun, if it IS strange," remarked the small voice of the kitten, and Dorothy turned to find her pet walking in the air a foot or so away from the edge of the roof.
"Maybe Jim will go," continued Dorothy, looking at the horse.
Dorothy kept hold of his hand and followed him, and soon they were both walking through the air, with the kitten frisking beside them.
There was not an ugly person in all the throng.
But Dorothy, seeing his perplexity, answered:
He turned and walked down the street, and after a moment's hesitation Dorothy caught Eureka in her arms and climbed into the buggy.
There was even a thorn upon the tip of his nose and he looked so funny that Dorothy laughed when she saw him.
"We don't have to prove it," answered Dorothy, indignantly.
Dorothy and Zeb jumped out of the buggy and ran after them, but the Sorcerer remained calmly in his throne.
Dorothy was surprised to find how patient the people were, for her own little heart was beating rapidly with excitement.
"Why," cried Dorothy, in amazement, "it's Oz!"
And you are little Dorothy, from Kansas.
So he followed the Prince into the great domed hall, and Dorothy and Zeb came after them, while the throng of people trooped in also.
Yet, look where she would, Dorothy could discover no bells at all in the great glass hall.
Dorothy and Zeb now got out of the buggy and walked beside the Prince, so that they might see and examine the flowers and plants better.
"I'm sure the Princess is ready to be picked," asserted Dorothy, gazing hard at the beautiful girl on the bush.
"You don't need milk, Eureka," remarked Dorothy; "you are big enough now to eat any kind of food."
The children, feeling sad and despondent, were about to follow him when the Wizard touched Dorothy softly on her shoulder.
"All right!" exclaimed Dorothy, eagerly.
"Pull!" cried Dorothy, and as they did so the royal lady leaned toward them and the stems snapped and separated from her feet.
She was not at all heavy, so the Wizard and Dorothy managed to lift her gently to the ground.
No one now seemed to pay any attention to the strangers, so Dorothy and Zeb and the Wizard let the train pass on and then wandered by themselves into the vegetable gardens.
This was a very interesting experience to them.
"Of course it is," returned Dorothy promptly.
"Don't know," said Dorothy, "but it must have been humbug."
"Oh, what cunning things!" cried Dorothy, catching up one and petting it.
"Oh, Eureka!" cried Dorothy, "did you eat the bones?"
"Don't worry," Dorothy murmured, soothingly, "I'll not let the kitten hurt you."
"It doesn't look very homelike," said Dorothy, gazing around at the bare room.
"They look like doorways," said Dorothy; "only there are no stairs to get to them."
With this he began walking in the air toward the high openings, and Dorothy and Zeb followed him.
So the boy went willingly upon the errand, and by the time he had returned Dorothy was awake.
"The Princess is lovely to look at," continued Dorothy, thoughtfully; "but I don't care much for her, after all.
So he placed Dorothy upon one side of him and the boy upon the other and set a lantern upon each of their heads.
"We ought to have called him and Dorothy when we were first attacked," added Eureka.
So he carried the lantern back for quite a distance, while Dorothy and the Wizard followed at his side.
"Isn't it fine?" cried Dorothy, in a joyous voice, as she sprang out of the buggy and let Eureka run frolicking over the velvety grass.
The fruit was so daintily colored and so fragrant, and looked so appetizing and delicious that Dorothy stopped and exclaimed:
"Where are they?" asked Dorothy, in astonishment.
"It was fine, Dorothy," called one of the piglets.
"How funny!" exclaimed Dorothy, who with Zeb and the Wizard now stood in the doorway.
One of the chairs pushed back from the table, and this was so astonishing and mysterious that Dorothy was almost tempted to run away in fright.
Two childish voices laughed merrily at this action, and Dorothy was sure they were in no danger among such light-hearted folks, even if those folks couldn't be seen.
Dorothy laughed and stretched out her hands.
When Dorothy gently touched her nose and ears and lips they seemed to be well and delicately formed.
Now you must feed me, Dorothy, for I'm half starved.
The children were inclined to be frightened by the sight of the small animal, which reminded them of the bears; but Dorothy reassured them by explaining that Eureka was a pet and could do no harm even if she wished to.
"Did you see that, Dorothy?" she gasped.
"I don't know," Dorothy answered; "but it would hurt me dre'fully to lose you."
"Oh, no," said Dorothy, "we've been there, and we know."
The wanders were rather discouraged by this gloomy report, but Dorothy said with a sigh:
"But tell me," said Dorothy, "how did such a brave Champion happen to let the bears eat him?
Dorothy climbed into the buggy, although Jim had been unharnessed from it and was grazing some distance away.
"How CAN we 'scape?" asked Dorothy, nervously, for an unseen danger is always the hardest to face.
Dorothy and the buggy had floated slowly down stream with the current of the water, and the others made haste to join her.
Once a little fish swam too near the surface, and the kitten grabbed it in her mouth and ate it up as quick as a wink; but Dorothy cautioned her to be careful what she ate in this valley of enchantments, and no more fishes were careless enough to swim within reach.
Dorothy nearly went with them, but she was holding fast to the iron rail of the seat, and that saved her.
So they began to ascend the stairs, Dorothy and the Wizard first, Jim next, drawing the buggy, and then Zeb to watch that nothing happened to the harness.
"Of course," replied Dorothy, softly.
"Where did you come from?" asked Dorothy, wonderingly.
"You see, Eureka," remarked Dorothy, reprovingly, "you are making yourself disliked.
"Never mind; we can't turn back," said Dorothy; "and we don't intend to stay there, anyhow."
"No," returned Dorothy, stoutly, "it won't do to go back, for then we would never get home.
"What shall we do now?" asked Dorothy, anxiously.
Dorothy must take her parasol and open it suddenly when the wooden folks attack her.
Dorothy was captured in the same way, and numbers of the Gargoyles clung to Jim's legs, so weighting him down that the poor beast was helpless.
"What an awful fight!" said Dorothy, catching her breath in little gasps.
"Why, where's Eureka?" cried Dorothy, suddenly.
"Wherever have you been, Eureka?" asked Dorothy, sternly.
"Be careful," cautioned Dorothy, earnestly.
They mounted into the buggy, Dorothy holding Eureka safe in her lap.
Dorothy was a little anxious about the success of their trip, for the way Jim arched his long neck and spread out his bony legs as he fluttered and floundered through the air was enough to make anybody nervous.
"Anyhow," said Dorothy, "we've 'scaped those awful Gurgles, and that's ONE comfort!"
At such times Dorothy, Zeb and the Wizard all pushed behind, and lifted the wheels over the roughest places; so they managed, by dint of hard work, to keep going.
Oh, Dorothy--you can't imagine what horrid things they are!
"What's that?" asked Dorothy, gazing fearfully at the great scaley head, the yawning mouth and the big eyes.
"Oh; are you hungry?" enquired Dorothy, drawing back.
"But that isn't young!" cried Dorothy, in amazement.
"But we're ALMOST on earth again," cried Dorothy, "for there is the sun--the most BEAU'FUL sun that shines!" and she pointed eagerly at the crack in the distant roof.
"I've heard animals talk before," said Dorothy, "and no harm came of it."
"You can ask Dorothy," said the little man, in an injured tone.
"I don't believe we'll realize anything, when it comes to that," remarked Dorothy, who had been deep in thought.
"Don't worry, dear," Dorothy exclaimed, "I'll hold you in my arms, and take you with me."
"Only one," replied Dorothy, "and he's a sawhorse."
Dorothy did not reply to that.
One moment Dorothy sat beside them with the kitten in her lap, and a moment later the horse, the piglets, the Wizard and the boy were all that remained in the underground prison.
"Where is Dorothy?" enquired Zeb, anxiously, as he left the buggy and stood beside his friend the little Wizard.
In the closets he discovered many fancy costumes of rich velvets and brocades, and one of the attendants told him to dress himself in any of the clothes that pleased him and to be prepared to dine with the Princess and Dorothy in an hour's time.
But Dorothy sprang up and ran to seize her friend's hand drawing him impulsively toward the lovely Princess, who smiled most graciously upon her guest.
"He's only a humbug Wizard, though," said Dorothy, smiling at him.
Dorothy sprang forward and caught the fluffy fowl in her arms, uttering at the same time a glad cry.
"Look here!" said Dorothy, sternly.
The Tin Woodman loved Dorothy most tenderly, and welcomed with joy the return of the little old Wizard.
These royal beasts are both warm friends of little Dorothy and have come to the Emerald City this morning to welcome her to our fairyland.
Just then Dorothy, who had risen early and heard the voices of the animals, ran out to greet her old friends.
Just then the girlish Ruler of Oz opened the door and greeted Dorothy with a good-morning kiss.
Hearing this, Dorothy and the Wizard exchanged startled glances, for they remembered how often Eureka had longed to eat a piglet.
Dorothy was nearly weeping, by this time, while Ozma was angry and indignant.
"I don't b'lieve Eureka would do such a dreadful thing!" cried Dorothy, much distressed.
So Dorothy ran to her room and found the kitten under the bed.
Dorothy carried her in her arms back to where the others sat in grieved and thoughtful silence.
So the Captain-General took Eureka from the arms of the now weeping Dorothy and in spite of the kitten's snarls and scratches carried it away to prison.
Then the crowd cheered lustily and Dorothy hugged the kitten in her arms and told her how delighted she was to know that she was innocent.
Dorothy was herself anxious to get home, so she promised Eureka they would not stay in the Land of Oz much longer.
Then Dorothy wound up Tik-tok and he danced a jig to amuse the company, after which the Yellow Hen related some of her adventures with the Nome King in the Land of Ev.
Dorothy held Eureka in her arms and bade her friends a fond good-bye.