| Mamma ... hugged him as if he'd been lost for a year | Frontispiece | | Our missing Peterkin | Tofacepage | 13 | | No sooner did he catch sight of us two with his ugly round beady eyes ... than he shut up | " | " | 52 | | Pete held out his brown-paper parcel. 'This is the poetry-book,' he said | " | " | 97 | | We had no difficulty in finding her bath-chair | " | " | 108 | | He looked at the tickets.... 'How's this?' he said | " | " | 145 | | 'Now,' she began ... drawing Margaret to her, 'tell me all about it' | " | " | 159 | | The frills had worked up all round his face | " | " | 173 |
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