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MONTHLY. ONE HALF-PENNY. July, 1903. 
DOREEN’S QUESTIONS: AND WHAT CAME 
OF THEM. 
Standing on the golden sands of a little seaside town are 
some half-dozen donkeys in a row. Bright-eyed, brisk and 
sleek they look, but it was not always so ; Doreen’s questions 
brought the change about some few years ago. 
*V* 'i' 'l' 
Doreen Thorsby was a happy little girl of twelve summers. 
Her mother’s constant companion, her father’s darling, and her 
cousins’ chosen chum, she scarcely knew herself for an only child. 
Every alternate Saturday the children exchanged visits, and 
much was the noise, and many were the games they indulged in. 
The country cousins looked forward eagerly to their day in a 
town, whilst Dorset Hall held many a delight for Doreen. 
Chief amongst these stood Dolly, the pet donkey. Not such 
an animal as is but too often associated with that name, but 
clipped and glossy, with pricked ears, and large, shining eyes, 
