DEDICATED

To the memory of my beloved and only son,
George Dunlap Potts, whose young
eyes watched with affectionate
interest the weaving of
these fancies.



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TABLE OF CONTENTS.


A THRILLING EXPERIENCE
A CLUSTER OF RIPE FRUIT
THE GHOST AT CRESTDALE
HER CHRISTMAS GIFT
IN A PULLMAN CAR
IN OLD KENTUCKY
HIS GRATITUDE
THE SINGER'S CHRISTMAS