ILLUSTRATIONS
| “He held up the shoe with great disfavor” (in colors) | [Frontispiece] |
| FACING PAGE | |
| “Waiting for the wool-merchants” | [4] |
| “‘Some of us will live to see Thomas of Canterbury a Saint of the Church’” | [21] |
| “The medallion was a picture in colored glass” | [37] |
| “‘Upon my word, the race of wood-carvers has not yet come to an end’” | [67] |
| “‘Have you been here all this time?’” | [86] |
| “Barbara knew exactly where to go” (in colors) | [96] |
| “‘It is time to set him building for England’” | [168] |
| “‘How beautiful it is!’ he exclaimed” (in colors) | [194] |
| “Tomaso seemed not to have seen her action” | [214] |
| “The Marionettes” | [225] |
| “‘It is better than the sketch,’ he cried heartily” | [244] |
| “‘And there goes what would seat the King of England on the throne of the Cæsars,’ quoth Tomaso” (in colors) | [284] |
THE OLD ROAD
The horse-bells come a-tinkling by the shoulder of the Down,
The bell of Bow is ringing as we ride to London Town.
O the breath of the wet salt marshes by Romney port is sweet,
But sweeter the thyme of the uplands under the horses’ feet!
It’s far afield I’m faring, to the lands I do not know,
For the merchant doth not prosper save he wander to and fro,
Yet though the foreign cities be stately and fair to see,
It’s an English home on an English down, and my own lass for me!