| Phronsie and the children | Frontispiece. |
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| “There! I got it all out alone by myself,” said Barby | 15 |
| “Oh, goody! here comes Mr. Tisbett,” howled King | 26 |
| “Oh, what richness!” sighed Polly | 29 |
| “Dance me up and down, daddy!” screamed Elyot | 32 |
| “We’ve come out to dinner, Polly,” said Alexia | 42 |
| “Somebody take off this!” | 46 |
| Tying on her big garden hat, Phronsie went across the
road | 55 |
| “Johnny! open your eyes,” cried Dick | 60 |
| “Oh, he’s rolled off,” cried Polly, aghast | 63 |
| “The idea of a school-girl going to a reception,” said
Aunt Fay | 69 |
| Grace darted behind a tall fern, and hid her hot, distressed
face | 86 |
| “Are you ill, Miss Tupper—or—Strange?” and she
laughed unpleasantly | 91 |
| “I shall get my Mamsie,” cried a small, determined
voice | 101 |
| Elyot perched at the foot, where he surveyed Grace at
his leisure | 106 |
| So Polly went off, her baby on her arm | 109 |
| “Dear child,” said Polly, “I know just how you feel” | 116 |
| “Polly’s gone to town,” said Phronsie, cutting off some
blossoms to add to the bundle in her hand | 131 |
| Phronsie led the little old white-haired woman to the
vacated seat | 150 |
| The loving-cup was filled with pure cold water to the
brim, “The only thing worthy of it,” said Polly | 168 |
| With her arms full, Phronsie entered the kitchen | 174 |
| Elyot gathered up his small soul with the best courage he
could muster, and sat down on a big stone by the side
of the road | 181 |
| He propped Barby up against the upper step, and ran and
peered into the little window strung with shoes | 193 |
| There was Barby in a little wooden chair, eating bread
and butter with a very sticky face | 215 |
| “The ‘Scrannage Girls,’ as their neighbors called them” | 221 |
| “There, now, it’s done, Grandpapa, dear,” said Phronsie,
tucking the bit of paper under the old door | 241 |
| Phronsie leaned her head upon Mamsie’s old rocking-chair | 247 |
| “Ar-goo!” said Algernon, finding it very pleasant to pull
at the pillow-shams | 262 |
| Barby hurried over to Grace. “I’m sorry, too,” she
said: “and I’ll take the bears” | 290 |
| “Now, Celestine,” said Mr. Bayley, rolling a fresh cigarette,
“the Peppers are perfectly well able to take care
of themselves.” | 297 |
| “Bless the Lord, Phronsie,” he lifted his sea-cap reverently,
“we’re almost there.” | 305 |
| “The sailor roared out, ‘The ship’s on fire!’ and was
plunging on” | 312 |
| “I must go to Grandpapa,” cried Phronsie, “save her;”
and dashed off by herself | 316 |
| And I say, “Boo, grandmamma!” laughed Barby confidentially | 324 |
| Polly threw herself on her knees by Mamsie’s big four-poster | 327 |
| “Of course,” cried Polly, with kindling eyes, “splendid
old Joel would do just that very thing, Davie” | 333 |
| “She’s gone; and I don’t never ’xpect to live to see her
again, nor him, nor those pretty creeters,” went on
Grandma | 350 |
| “There,” said Joel, marching across the room, “I’m as
good as new, made over, and patched up, and warranted.” | 356 |
| Oh, when Polly found herself in the dear arms, and felt
the dear eyes upon her | 365 |
| Old Mr. King stood in front of Polly waiting for her to
proceed | 374 |
| “O my bressed Chilluns!” mourned Candace | 391 |
| Johnny whirled around to see the heap of papers and
shavings on the floor in the merriest little blaze imaginable | 397 |
| “We might as well all be dead, as to have the little
brown house burnt up,” said Alexia | 403 |
| “An’ I want to hev the priv’lege to drive yer par up
too,” said Mr. Tisbett | 421 |
| The little children from the Dunraven Home marched
around Phronsie and her husband, each giving her a
white rose as they passed | 433 |
