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There is night and day, brother, both sweet things; sun, moon, and stars, brother, all sweet things; there's likewise a wind on the heath.
"_Good-night, dear Jean François," said she with gaiety._
"_May your dreams be of your beloved roads of Picardy." She threw him an elfish kiss from her finger-tips and hastened into her airy improvised bedroom._]
With Illustrations and Decorations by George Hood
Copyright, 1910, by Wessels & Bissell Co.
VI THE JADE, A NONENTITY, BECOMES THE ILLUSTRIOUS NANCE 57
VIII MONSIEUR L'ABBÉ PICOT OF THE BRAVE, OUTLANDISH HEART 74
XI THE SATISFACTORY EXPLANATION OF NANCE 107
XXI "LITTLE ST. JACQUES OF THE STREET" 194
XXIII "I WOULD TALK WITH SOME OLD LOVER'S GHOST, WHO LIVED BEFORE THE GOD OF LOVE WAS BORN" 210
XXV MONSIEUR L'ABBÉ PICOT GOES UPON A JOURNEY 222
_She threw him an elfish kiss from her finger-tips and hastened into her airy improvised bedroom._ (Page 135.) Frontispiece
_The Boy ceased his sobbing. After a while, looking up with a tearful, smiling face, he announced, as if to the Voice that had called him_: "_Now I must go to work._" Facing page 92
_A solitary man, standing on the hilltop, turned slowly from mountain to valley, from sky to field, seeming to eat and think and breathe--to make a part of him by some paganish transubstantiation--the very day itself._ Facing page 98
"'T WAS PAN HIMSELF HAD WANDERED HERE, A-STROLLING THROUGH THE SORDID CITY, AND PIPING TO THE CIVIC EAR THE PRELUDE OF SOME PASTORAL DITTY! THE DEMIGOD HAD CROSSED THE SEAS-- FROM HAUNTS OF SHEPHERD, NYMPH, AND SATYR, AND SYRACUSAN TIMES--TO THESE FAR SHORES...."
At the close of a glad day in early June, Nance and I stood watching a horse and van, driven by a stranger of captivating appearance, turn from the down-river turnpike and halt on a grassy knoll overlooking the Ohio. The cart, which was a large two-wheeled affair with little cupboard-like boxes beneath, and a short pair of stairs for mounting stored on the top among a medley of old umbrellas, bore an adventurous, foreign aspect. At least we had seen nothing before so wonderful. Its wheels were low and broad-tired; the shafts were thick and heavy with a prop suspended from each of them, that the weight might be balanced when not supported by the ragged brown mare now pulling it. The body, held rather high above the axle by a pair of big, bowed springs, was completely closed upon all sides like a circus wagon, though, more than anything else, this queer craft seemed a sort of private Noah's ark. The entrance was in the rear and, as we afterward discovered, could be reached by mounting a wheel, hauling the steps from the roof, and attaching them to small sockets in the door-sill. This amazing and spectacular vehicle was painted a brilliant yellow.