Books in Dorothy Dale series

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Dorothy Dale is a good-hearted 15-16 year old girl who takes the poor and unfortunate under her wing and defends and cares for them. This book chronicles her adventures with a gypsy girl and a displaced French heiress, as she strives to bring the former to a civilized and justified life, and the latter to overcome her situational difficulties. Along the way she finds herself in a swamp cave, a forest, and even a police station!

So the parties separated and then Dorothy was free to leave her hiding place. She longed to tell her friends the strange story, but she knew that the finding of Tavia was the one and only thing to be thought of just then. "Are you sure that this is the direction in which the boys went?" asked Nat, with something like a sigh. Dorothy looked over the rough woodland. "No," she said, "there was a swamp, for I distinctly remember that they picked their way through tall grass, and about here the grass is actually dried up."