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licia and the angelic baby."What is the matter, Papa?" "I am dreadfully poor, my child." "Have you no money at all, Papa?" [Illustration: "What is the matter, Papa?"] "None my child." "Is there no way left of getting any, Papa?" "No way," said the King. "I have tried very hard, and I have tried all ways." When she heard those last words, the Princess Alicia began to put her hand into the pocket where she kept the

ro. Fifteenth Constable's Historyp. Sixteenth Constable's History14. Tale of Harun Al-Rashid and Abdullah Bin Nafi'a. Tale of the Damsel Torfat Al-Kulub and the Caliph HarunAl-Rashid15. Women's Wiles16. Nur Al-Din Ali of Damascus and the Damsel Sitt Al-Milah17. Tale of King Ins Bin Kays and His Daughter with the Son ofKing Al-'abbas18. Tale of the Two kings and the Wazir's Daughters19. The Concubine and the Caliph20. The Concubine of Al-MaamunAppendix: Variants and Analogues of Some of the

his need of head covering, and he seemed unconscious of, or else indifferent to, the hot glare of the summer sky which was hardly tempered by the long shadow of the floating cloud. At some moments he was absorbed in reading,--at others in writing. Close within his reach was a small note-book in which from time to time he jotted down certain numerals and made rapid calculations, frowning impatiently as though the very act of writing was too slow for the speed of his thought. There was a

en Wazirs; or the History of King Azadbakht and His Son a. Of the Uselessness of Endeavour Against Persistent Ill Fortune aa. Story of the Merchant Who Lost His Luck b. Of Looking To the Ends of Affairs bb. Tale of the Merchant and His Sons c. Of the Advantages of Patience cc. Story of Abu Sabir d. Of the Ill Effects of Impatience dd. Story of Prince Bihzad e. Of the Issues of Good and Evil Actions ee. Story of King Dadbin and His Wazirs f. Of Trust in Allah ff. Story of King Bakhtzaman g. Of

nough to tease.'Look here,' said Anthea. 'Let's have a palaver.' This worddated from the awful day when Cyril had carelessly wished thatthere were Red Indians in England--and there had been. The wordbrought back memories of last summer holidays and everyonegroaned; they thought of the white house with the beautifultangled garden--late roses, asters, marigold, sweet mignonette,and feathery asparagus--of the wilderness which someone had oncemeant to make into an orchard, but which was now, as