  CHAPTER I. THE BEGINNING OF A MARVELOUS JOURNEY. CHAPTER II. THE AMBASSADOR EXTRAORDINARY. CHAPTER III. THE SAGE IN THE ONION FIELD. CHAPTER IV. STORIES AND TAILS BY THE SAGE. CHAPTER V. THE KING OF THE FISHES. CHAPTER VI. IN THE KING"S PRESENCE. CHAPTER VIII. THE DODO AT LAST. CHAPTER IX. AT THE NORTH POLE. CHAPTER X. SOME NEW ACQUAINTANCES. CHAPTER XI. THE SKIPPER OF THE ARGONAUT. CHAPTER XII. THE ARCHAEOPTERYX. CHAPTER XIII. THE LITTLE PANJANDRUM"S BALLOON. CHAPTER XIV. THE DUFF AND DEM EXECUTIONER. CHAPTER XV. THE EXECUTION OF THE DODO. CHAPTER XVI. THE PREHISTORIC DOCTOR. CHAPTER XVII. WAITING FOR THE TRAIN. CHAPTER XVIII. A NIGHT IN THE TRAIN. CHAPTER XIX. AT THE CRYSTAL PALACE. CHAPTER XX. A DIFFICULTY WITH THE ROUNDABOUT. CHAPTER XXI. THE LITTLE PANJANDRUM AT LAST. CHAPTER XXII. TURNED TO STONE. CHAPTER XXIII. THE DODO"S LITTLE RUSE. CHAPTER XXIV. FIRST CLASS TO LONDON. CHAPTER XXV. THE DODO OBLIGES WITH A SONG. CHAPTER XXVI. THE DODO DEPARTS. Title: Dick, Marjorie and Fidge A Search for the Wonderful Dodo Author: G. E. Farrow Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 The skipper found the poor bird looking the picture of misery. "Hope you're feeling better, sir," he said,—Page 132. Dick, Marjorie and Fidge The skipper found the poor bird looking the picture of misery. “Hope you're feeling better, sir,”; he said.—Page 132. Dick, Marjorie and Fidge
To my Dear Little Friends. Here is another book! I hope it will be as fortunate in pleasing you, as the others seem to have been, if I may judge from the many kind and gratifying letters which have reached me from boys and girls, of all ages and sizes, and from all parts of the world. And in connection with these letters, which I always try (though the pleasurable task grows heavier year by year) to answer myself, I have had the misfortune to lose a large packet of unanswered ones; so if any of my little correspondents have written to me during the past year, and have not received a reply, will he or she write to me again, and give me an opportunity of repairing the omission? I am getting quite proud of my gallery of photographs, which my little friends have sent me, and which, I think, please me almost more than anything else, if I may except a beautiful Persian kitten which has come as a present from a little girl at Hereford, and which is a prime favorite with every one here, including Dick, my little terrier, who—although he ought to know better at his age, being over eight—“galumphs” about in an absurdly clumsy manner, under the mistaken impression that he is playing with it. He only succeeds, however, in making himself ridiculous in the eyes of the kitten, who, despite his years, treats him with little or no respect, and does not hesitate to box his ears, and bite his tail whenever it feels so disposed. But I see my space is nearly exhausted, so must conclude, with very best wishes, and hoping to hear again from all of my old friends, and as many new ones as care to write. Believe me, Your affectionate friend, THE AUTHOR. |
|
