| page | | '——and—oh, Alie, I have so torn my frock, and it's my afternoon one—my new merino' | 27 | | 'Little girl,' she called, when she got close to the other child | 75 | | 'It's like a magic-lantern; no, I mean a peep-show' | 89 | | 'I would like to go there,' she said | 115 | | A secret | 148 | | ——carrying between them a little dripping figure, with streaming hair, white face, and closed eyes | 161 | | 'Now, Biddy. Open your eyes' | 195 |
| 'O little hearts! that throb and beat, | | With such impatient, feverish heat, | | Such limitless and strong desires.'—Longfellow. |
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