"THE ADMIRAL, MAKING A DESPERATE ATTEMPT TO GET A VIEW OF HIS LEGS THROUGH HIS SPY-GLASS."
TO CONSTANCE
Sweet Chatterbox, 't is thou that hast beguiled My fancy, as it drew the little child Who in these pages lives; her gentle ways Are but the reflex of thy round of days. The trip of syllable I held so dear, And all thy small remarks, are treasured here— Charmed by the alchemy of love to stay The while thy blissful childhood slips away. Kind little heart, that knows no selfish thought, Read here the tale that thou, thyself, hast wrought!
CONTENTS
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CHAPTER I
Dorothy and the Admiral [11]
CHAPTER II
The Ferry to Nowhere [23]
CHAPTER III
The Cruise of the Sideboard [32]
CHAPTER IV
Tree-top Country [39]
CHAPTER V
Bob Scarlet's Garden [54]