| "Take Me Back—inside," Alice Said. "I Feel Cold Here" | Frontispiece | | "You're Pretty Swift, Aren't You?" She Said, Cuttingly | Facing p. 38 | | The Woman Carried Herself so Ungracefully and Dressed so Plainly that Even the Saloon-door Loafers Cast Contemptuous Glances upon Her | Facing p. 254 | | The Author and a Forest Ranger | Facing p. 278 |
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