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| A Throne of Great White Lilies, upon which Sat the King and Queen of Faeryland | Frontispiece |
| “Yes, It Is Faeryland,” Piped a Shrill Voice | 14 |
| The Rude Giant Laughed Heartily at the Poor Elf’s Plight | 32 |
| As Tom Picked It Up He Felt that It was Filled with Money | 49 |
| He Saw the Form of the Water-faery Glimmering Ghostly Under the Thin White Veil | 71 |
| On Seeing Ardram She Bounded Toward Him and Put Her Arms Round His Neck | 134 |
| One Bright Summer’s Night a Number of Faeries Flew Into the Room | 139 |
| “I Am the Golden Goblin,” He Cried in a Harsh Voice | 165 |