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A Great Many Ghosts 
She Brushed by a Sankchinni 
Hundreds of Peacocks of Gorgeous Plumes 
She Took Up the Jewel in Her Hand 
That Girl Is My Wife 
Nutkin up a Tree 
Peeping round the Tree 
Up and down the Nut Bushes 
Squirrels Went Fishing 
Back Again to Owl Island 
He Shut His Eyes and Went to Sleep 
The Tale of Squirrel Nutkin—Frontispiece