| Paul gazed up at the presses that towered high above his head | Frontispiece | | "The March Hare!" he repeated with enthusiasm. "You've hit it, Cart!" | PAGE | 10 | | More than one dignified resident of the town struggled into an incongruous garment | " | 74 | | "But I can't take your money, Mr. Carter," gasped Paul | " | 136 |
PAUL AND THE PRINTING PRESS
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