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| “So he went to show it his trousers,” |
Frontispiece |
| “Piccino, who lay fast asleep,” |
13 |
| “Piccino clung to the donkey, rubbing his cheek wofully against her gray shoulder,” |
19 |
| “‘I am going to wash you myself,’ said Lady Aileen, lifting him in her strong white arms,” |
51 |
| “The girl stared at him,” |
69 |
| “I polished away at the Captain’s sabre,” |
91 |
| “Miss Rose put her hands on his shoulders,” |
103 |
| “And I shall always be fond of you, Rabbett,” |
125 |
| “I did not like the swing at first,” |
143 |
| “I left her lap and curled up in her arm,” |
151 |
| Fauntleroy’s welcome into the world: “F’ow him in ’er fire!” |
165 |
| His initial act of charity: “Lady,” he said, “lady, f’ont door—want b’ead,” |
179 |
| “I’m very sorry for you, Mr. Wenham, about your wife being dead,” |
191 |
| “Are you in society, Mrs. Wilkins?” |
197 |
| The real Fauntleroy listening to the story of the ideal Fauntleroy, |
215 |
