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| A Throne of Great White Lilies, upon which Sat the King and Queen of Faeryland | [Frontispiece] |
| “Yes, It Is Faeryland,” Piped a Shrill Voice | [14] |
| The Rude Giant Laughed Heartily at the Poor Elf’s Plight | [32] |
| As Tom Picked It Up He Felt that It was Filled with Money | [49] |
| He Saw the Form of the Water-faery Glimmering Ghostly Under the Thin White Veil | [71] |
| On Seeing Ardram She Bounded Toward Him and Put Her Arms Round His Neck | [134] |
| One Bright Summer’s Night a Number of Faeries Flew Into the Room | [139] |
| “I Am the Golden Goblin,” He Cried in a Harsh Voice | [165] |