ILLUSTRATIONS
| PAGE | |
| She was listening intently to the song of the lark | [Frontispiece] |
| She could ride by a sort of instinct. She was part of her horse | [85] |
| She stretched out her arms and sang in her glorious voice | [204] |
| "Stoop close to me.... You are Maureen and I love you" | [288] |
![[Frontispiece]](#frontis.jpg){kind=link}
![[85]](#i084.jpg){kind=link}
![[204]](#i204.jpg){kind=link}
![[288]](#i288.jpg){kind=link}
THE DAUGHTER OF
A SOLDIER.