CHAPTER XXXIV

The next morning--although at rather a late hour for her--Dorothy arose, feeling greatly refreshed by her sound and dreamless sleep. While she was yet dressing, her brother rapped on the door, and told her she was to go to the little room near by, where supper had been served the night before, and that Dolly--the sutler's wife--would have breakfast ready for her. An hour later, as she stood at the open window of her room, drinking in the fresh morning air, still bearing the odor of fallen leaves wetted by the night…