LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
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| Then came a poor girl, who dropped her load and sat down to rest on the grave of the Hun | 275 |
| A shroud of skins was already being sewed upon him by his wife | 276 |
| The driver glanced round nervously | 277 |
| The singer stood upon the time-worn stage and sang | 278 |
| Away in a corner sat a girl reading a book | 278 |
| A little boy came out and stood by his sister. “What are you watching?” said he | 279 |
| An angel brings them under his cloak | 280 |
| “Come in both of you,” she said, “and see the little brother the stork brought”. | 280 |
| The wives bore the babies on their backs, while the older ones trotted unsteadily at their sides | 281 |
| As a child among children Nature marked him out for Punch’s part | 281 |
| Columbine, indeed, was beautiful and kind to him | 282 |
| His chin on his hands, his eyes turned to me, he looked like a grotesque sculpture | 283 |
| There stood the little thing stiff and starched | 284 |
| He looked at his white cheeks in the glass | 284 |
| There she stood barefoot, weeping, daring not to lift the latch to her palace home | 285 |
| The leader drew a figure in the sand with his staff | 285 |
| In the bell-tower stood two of the sisters, still young, and looked out over tiie world beyond | 286 |
| The child wept, for she could neither reach her doll, nor could the doll be helped down | 286 |
| The bushes seemed to her fancy crowded with elves in steeple hats | 287 |
| I laughed at the duck with her leg tied up, she did limp so funnily | 287 |
| Just then his mother woke up. She moved the curtain aside | 288 |
| Their master stood bareheaded, and reverently kissed her hand—his mother’s hand | 288 |
| “Swe-e-ep,” cried a voice—the little chimney-sweeper’s, who had just climbed the chimney and stuck his head out | 289 |
| Stirred slowly, deep in thought | 289 |
| The white faced child dreamed too, her lashes wet with unshed tears | 290 |
| They crept into corners of the room, but he found each one, and snuffed at them, and did no harm | 291 |
| The bear lay down, and the baby climbed on him, and hid his head in the shaggy fur | 291 |
| So they began marching—Right, left; Right, left! | 292 |
| Piling up the clothes round a chair, making out that he was playing statues | 292 |
| “Don’t be angry, mother dear,” I only said, “and a lot of butter, please” | 293 |
| The Bronze Pig | |
| He sat himself on the Bronze Pig’s back, and ere he was aware of it sank into slumber | 294 |
| The bronze horse that bears the Duke’s statue neighed out loud | 295 |
| “What do you bring back?” she asked the boy | 296 |
| “Innocent souls know each other” said the woman, and petted dog and child | 297 |
| Beheld Bellissima barking, as if to say, “Hallo! I’m here too” | 298 |
| The creature shivered with cold, and he took to his heels at full speed | 299 |
| The woman bemoaned her dog, and the boy wept | 299 |
| “You bad, bad boy! The poor little creature!” was all she could utter | 300 |
| Ib and Little Christine | |
| There they found some snipe’s eggs—a great event in their lives | 301 |
| As both wanted it at once, the result was that they let it fall into the water | 302 |
| At last they were quite lost in the bushes | 302 |
| On her back she had a bundle, and in her hand a knotted stick. She was a gipsy | 303 |
| “You must have that,” said Christine, “and it’s so pretty, too” | 304 |
| He set it in the hinge of the door and broke the shell, but there was little inside | 304 |
