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ILLUSTRATIONS
| "When Your Time's Up Come to Me" | "" | 230 |
| He Opened the Case and Used the Whole Thing as a Garden Spade | "" | 238 |
| She Did It Gently by Tickling His Nose with a Twig of Honeysuckle | "" | 244 |
| There, Sure Enough, Stood a Bicycle | "" | 248 |
| The Punctured State of It Was Soon Evident | "" | 250 |
| The Grown-up Lamb Struggled | "" | 258 |
| She Broke Open the Missionary Box with the Poker | "" | 266 |
| "Ye Seek a Pow-wow?" He Said | "" | 278 |
| Bright Knives Were Being Brandished All about Them | "" | 284 |
| She Was Clasped in Eight Loving Arms | "" | 294 |
| "We Found a Fairy," Said Jane, Obediently | "" | 298 |
| It Burrowed, and Disappeared, Scratching Fiercely to the Last | "" | 308 |
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