LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
| PAGE |
| [Headpiece] | [1] |
| [Thereupon a lantern became visible.] | [9] |
| [He saw the sun come rolling up among them.] | [12] |
| [Headpiece] | [13] |
| [“Those five grand ones with high prows ... were part of
the Spanish Armada and those open boats with the blue
sails belonged to the Romans.”] | [15] |
| [Tailpiece] | [21] |
| [“I’m willing to gee and I’m agreeable to wo.”] | [22] |
| [They would certainly have caught him if he had not been
very quick.] | [36] |
| [Headpiece] | [37] |
| [“What’ll you buy?—what’ll you buy, sir?”] | [43] |
| [Tailpiece] | [52] |
| [Headpiece] | [53] |
| [A great fight was still going on.] | [67] |
| [Headpiece] | [68] |
| [“Master, I will do my best,” answered the hound.] | [76] |
| [Clink-of-the-Hole.] | [77] |
| [The little brown man fell on his knees and said, “Oh, a shilling
and a penny.”] | [79] |
| [“Master, do you know what you have done?”] | [86] |
| [Tailpiece] | [92] |
| [Headpiece] | [93] |
| [“I should like vastly well to be her nurse,” said the apple-woman.] | [104] |
| [Headpiece] | [105] |
| [And now her bright little head ... came as high as the
second button of his waistcoat.] | [114] |
| [The Craken] | [115] |
| [“The awful river-horses rose up and, with shrill screams, fell
upon them.”] | [120] |
| [“While crowds of the one-foot-one fairies looked on, hanging
from the boughs.”] | [125] |
| [Headpiece] | [126] |
| [“Well, you must know,” answered the apple-woman, “that
fairies cannot abide cold weather.”] | [133] |
| [“So she began to sing.”] | [136] |
| [Headpiece] | [137] |
| [“Yes, sir,” said the woman, “but where is it now?”] | [148] |
| [Headpiece] | [149] |
| [They spread out long filmy wings.] | [157] |
| [Tailpiece] | [160] |
| [Headpiece] | [161] |
| [He gave the plate a push with his elbow.] | [170] |
| [Headpiece] | [171] |
| [But still Mopsa walked on blindfold.] | [186] |
| [Headpiece] | [187] |
| [So she stooped forward as she stood on the step.] | [199] |
| [Tailpiece] | [208] |

MOPSA THE FAIRY
CHAPTER I
ABOVE THE CLOUDS
“‘And can this be my own world?
’Tis all gold and snow,
Save where scarlet waves are hurled
Down yon gulf below.’
’Tis thy world, ’tis my world,