| CHAPTER I | CHAPTER II | CHAPTER III | CHAPTER IV |
| CHAPTER V | CHAPTER VI | CHAPTER VII | CHAPTER VIII |
| CHAPTER IX | CHAPTER X | CHAPTER XI | CHAPTER XII |
| CHAPTER XIII | FINALE |
Little Dot had lost her way in the bush. She knew it, and was veryfrightened. She was too frightened in fact to cry, but stood in themiddle of a little dry, bare space, looking around her at the scraggygrowths of prickly shrubs that had torn her little dress to rags,scratched her bare legs and feet till they bled, and pricked her handsand arms as she had pushed madly through the bushes, for hours, seekingher home. Sometimes she looked up to the sky. But little of it couldbe seen because of the great tall trees that seemed to her to be tryingto reach heaven with their far-off crooked branches. She could seelittle patches of blue sky between the tangled tufts of her way in theand was very drooping leaves, and, as the dazzling sunlight had faded,she began to think it was getting late, and that very soon it would benight.
The thought of being lost and alone in the wild bush at night, took herbreath away with fear, and made her tired little legs tremble underher. She gave up all hope of finding her home, and sat down at the footof the biggest blackbutt tree, with her face buried in her