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| "And now, Yvonne, to set your mind at rest gaze into the pool at your feet" | [Frontispiece] |
| "Oh, you wicked creature!" Dame Grumble would exclaim when he began to shake the Apple Tree | [9] |
| For many days these three companions journeyed on through soft white clouds | [86] |
| From this bag the Night Wind begged a dream for the Little Tree | [96] |
| "Look, look, dear Punchinello!" little Beppo cried. "I am no longer lame" | [116] |
| "Hide me, Little Sweep," cried Red Cap. "My brother is after me" | [175] |
| So at last, after much thought, the goose girl did as the blue gander bade | [237] |
| It was the gayest company one ever could imagine, as they marched along | [262] |