"Are you paid to make faces?" 140

We followed the monks 169

Dicky shouted till the skeletons turned to listen 189

We were sitting in a narrow balcony 194

"I'm not a crowned head!" 208

"Do you see?" 256

Fervent apologies 265

"Whom _are_ you going to marry?" 322




A VOYAGE OF CONSOLATION.




CHAPTER I.


It seems inexcusable to remind the public that one has written a book.
Poppa says I ought not to feel that way about it--that he might just as
well be shy about referring to the baking soda that he himself