My Lamb, you are so very small,
You have not learned to read at all;
Yet never a printed book withstands
The urgence of your dimpled hands.
So, though this book is for yourself,
Let mother keep it on the shelf
Till you can read. O days that pass,
That day will come too soon, alas!

NOTE

Parts of this story have appeared in
the Strand Magazine under the title of
"THE PSAMMEAD."

CONTENTS

CHAPTERPAGE
I Beautiful as the Day[1]
II Golden Guineas[36]
III Being Wanted[70]
IV Wings[108]
V No Wings[141]
VI A Castle and No Dinner[159]
VII A Siege and Bed[183]
VIII Bigger than the Baker's Boy[203]
IX Grown Up[236]
X Scalps[261]
XI The Last Wish[287]