s, laburnums, limes, and one copper-beech--still dignified the purlieus. Time, ruthless upon these amenities, had spared, and even enlarged, the hospital.
It stood on the shaded side of the street. Nevertheless, the sunshine, reflected from the facade of mean houses across the way, dazzled Tilda as she crossed the threshold of the great doorway and hopped down the steps. There were five steps, and on the lowest she paused, leaning a moment on her crutch before taking the final plunge into liberty.
Then, while she stood blinking, of a sudden a yellowish brown body bounded at her out of the sun-dazzle, pushed her tottering, danced back, and leapt at her again, springing to lick her face, and uttering sharp, inarticulate noises from a throat bursting with bliss.
"'Dolph! O 'Dolph!"
Tilda sank on the lowest step and stretched out both arms. The dog, rushing between them, fairly bowled her backwards; lit in her lap and twisted his body round ecstatically, thrusting, nuzzling at her boso
Few things, including books, are truly excellent, but this book is and is further as enjoyable as a $70 bottle of sippin' rum. I was saddened to reach its end; no more of it to read. Involves a small girl and boy, the girl from a circus and the boy from aristocracy, who escape from an oppressive English orphanage and are pursued across England by the abusive orphanmaster while fleeing in a canal boat. Along the way they have many experiences and befriend many helpful adults. Some interesting bits of English history. Uncommonly well written. Happy enough ending, all the remaining orphans are liberated, the evil orphanmaster presumably prosecuted, and the only one who dies is the little girl's dog--and he of doggy geriatrics.