| Facing page | | "The birds were screeching and fluttering their wings" | title | | "Good gracious!" he ejaculated "what a scene" | 2 | | "Are these my little pupils"? | 22 | | "Bumps knelt down" | 60 | | "There's my mite towards it" | 164 | | "You're trespassers and thieves" | 192 |
Jill's Red Bag
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