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CONTENTS OF PART I.,
I., VOLUME XIII.

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BALLAD OF JOHNNY PICKLEFRITZ, THE. Jingle. (Illustrated by R. B. Birch) Q. W......
BARTY'S TURKEY.

(Illustrated by Albert E. Sterner)...

BENEVOLENT Boy! Jingle. (Illustrated by R. B. Birch)..
BEN'S SISTER. (Illustrated by G. F. Barnes)

BIG HANS AND LITTLE HANS. (Illustrated by W. A. Rogers)
“BLACK STONES A-BLAZING." Jingle. (Illustrated by G. R. Halm)
BOLD HIGHWAYMAN, THE. Jingle.

Maria L. Pool
H. H. Boyesen.
E. E. Sterns..

(Illustrated by A. Dunham Wheeler)...M. G. Van Rensselaer..

BRIGHT IDEA, A. Verses. (Illustrated by R. B. Birch)......
BROWNIES AND THE BICYCLES, THE. (Illustrated by the Author)..
BROWNIES' CIRCUS, THE. Verses. (Illustrated by the Author)..
BROWNIES TOBOGGANING, THE. Verses. (Illustrated by the Author).
CANDY COUNTRY, THE. (Illustrated by E. W. Kemble).
CAPTAIN BRIGHT EYES AND LADY QUICK EAR....
CASPERL. (Illustrated by Léon Moran and Oliver Herford)
CATCHING A WILD CAT. (Illustrated by the Author)..
CHINESE GAME-SONG, A. (Illustrated by Henry Sandham).
CHOPIN

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.Frank R. Stockton..

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EPHESUS, TWO MIDDIES AT. (Illustrated by W. H. Overend and E. J. H. H. Clark..

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MINUTE SKETCHES. Pictures, drawn by Alfred Brennan
MOON AND ITS "SHINE," THE. Verses...

MORNING AT RUGBY DURING VACATION-TIME, A. (Illustrated by Joseph
R. Pennell)

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MOUNTAIN-TOP AND HOW WE GET THERE, A. (Illustrated by Jas. Monks
and E. J. Mecker)...

MY ECHO. Poem. (Illustrated and engrossed by Albert E. Sterner)
MY GRANDMOTHER'S GRANDMOTHER'S CHRISTMAS CANDLE.

by G. De F. Brush)

.Sydney Dayre.

Frank R. Stockton.

.. Charles Barnard

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OUR JOE.

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A Mountain-top and How We Get There..

NEW MOON, THE. Verses. (Illustrated by Laura C. Iills).
NICK WOOLSON'S RIDE. (Illustrated by G. F. Barnes).....

Margaret Eytinge.

NOT HANDSOME, PERHAPS, BUT VERY STYLISH. Picture, drawn by F. Bellew, Jr.
NOTHING ON THE BREAKFAST TABLE. (Illustrated by Sol Eytinge).
NOVEMBER EVENING, A. Poem. (Illustrated by the frontispiecc)..
ONE LITTLE RHYME IN A WORLD OF RHYME. Pocm..

OUR HOLIDAY PARTY...

(Illustrated by C. H. Stephens).

PANE-PICTURES.

PERSONALLY CONDUCTED. (Illustrated by J. R. Pennell and others)

Great Rome Again.

Around the Bay of Naples.

In Florence and Venice..

PET CAT OF AN ELECTRIC LIGHT COMPANY, THE. Picture, drawn by L. Hopkins..
PICTURES...

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Ernest Whitney

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PLAYING SCHOOL.

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Picture, drawn by E. W. McDowell.

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RIGHT ROYAL CHRISTMAS UNTO YOU, A. Picture, drawn by D. Clinton Peters..
RIGI, THE. (A Mountain-top and How We Get There)....

"RING THE BELL AND BLOW THE HORN." Jingle. (Illustrated by G. R. Halm) E. E. Sterns...
ROMANCE, A. Verses.

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"A November Evening" by Mary Hallock Foote, facing Title-page of Volume-" Portrait of a Little Girl,"
after a painting by Sir Joshua Reynolds, facing page 81-"The Burgomaster's Daughter," from a painting
by Joseph Lauber, facing page 163-"The Sisters," by Mary Hallock Foote, facing page 243-" Madame
Le Brun's Portrait of Herself, facing page 323-"I am sure you are a Prince,' said the Princess," by Léon
Moran, facing page 403.

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CHAPTER I.

BY FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT.

CEDRIC himself knew nothing whatever about it. It had never been even mentioned to him. He knew that his papa had been an Englishman, because his mamma had told him so; but then his papa had died when he was so little a boy that he could not remember very much about him, except that he was big, and had blue eyes and a long mustache, and that it was a splendid thing to be carried around the room on his shoulder. Since his papa's death, Cedric had found out that it was best not to talk to his mamma about him. When his father was ill, Cedric had been sent away, and when he had returned, everything was over; and his mother, who had been very ill, too, was only just beginning to sit in her chair by the window. She was pale and thin, and all the dimples had gone from her pretty face, and her eyes looked large and mournful, and she was dressed in black. "Dearest," said Cedric (his papa had called her that always, and so the little boy had learned to say it),-"dearest, is my papa better?"

He felt her arms tremble, and so he turned his curly head and looked in her face. There was something in it that made him feel that he was going to cry.

"Dearest," he said; "is he well?"

Then suddenly his loving little heart told him that he'd better put both his arms around her neck and kiss her again and again, and keep his soft cheek close to hers; and he did so, and she laid her face

on his shoulder and cried bitterly, holding him as if she could never let him go again.

"Yes, he is well," she sobbed; "he is quite, quite well, but we-we have no one left but each other. No one at all."

Then, little as he was, he understood that his big, handsome young papa would not come back any more; that he was dead, as he had heard of other people being, although he could not comprehend exactly what strange thing had brought all this sadness about. It was because his mamma always cried when he spoke of his papa that he secretly made up his mind it was better not to speak of him very often to her, and he found out, too, that it was better not to let her sit still and look into the fire or out of the window without moving or talking. He and his mamma knew very few people, and lived what might have been thought very lonely lives, although Cedric did not know it was lonely until he grew older and heard why it was they had no visitors. Then he was told that his mamma was an orphan, and quite alone in the world when his papa had married her. She was very pretty, and had been living as companion to a rich old lady who was not kind to her, and one day Captain Cedric Errol, who was calling at the house, saw her run up the stairs with tears on her eyelashes; and she looked so sweet and innocent and sorrowful that the Captain could not forget her. And after many strange things had happened, they knew each other well and loved each other dearly, and were married, al

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