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| They made such a pretty picture that there was quite a burst of applause | [Frontispiece]. |
| They were a merry party as they walked across the snowy meadow to church | [17] |
| The children set to work and transformed the hall into a perfect bower | [29] |
| ‘But what is that bundle of rags for?’ went on Vivian, putting up his hand to pull them down | [59] |
| Isobel lay down with a story-book on the schoolroom sofa, and soon fell into a heavy sleep | [64] |
| There, to his horror, looking through the gap, was a rough-looking man, with a stubbly beard, and a dirty white muffler twisted loosely round his neck | [92] |
| At last a tiny red speck appeared under the yellow lamp, and began to move slowly up the road | [162] |
| ‘Thou lazy dreamer!’ she said, pulling him to his feet by the collar of his blue cotton blouse | [205] |
| He sank gratefully into the soft bed of straw which the kind countryman made up for him, and had fallen into a feverish sleep | [231] |
| ‘Mother, oh mother!’ he cried. . . . ‘Can you forgive me?’ | [266] |