LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.

Flax looks into the Pot of Gold Frontis.
The settle and the kettle
Drusilla and her gold-horned cow
A Knight of the Golden Bee
The princess was not in the basket! 
The bee guards patrolled the city
“You!” cried the baron scornfully
Both the king and queen were obliged to pop
Going into the chapel
The boys read the notice
The prince and Peter are examined by the monks
The boys at work in the convent garden
The prince runs away
He picked up an enormous young Plantagenet and threw
  it at him
They were all over the field
Then the king knighted him on the spot
There never was anything like the fun at the mayor’s
  Christmas ball
Their parents stared in great distress
“I will go and tend my geese!”
She sang it beautifully
A strange sad state of things
Nan returns with the umbrellas
Such frantic efforts to get away
Dame Elizabeth stared with astonishment
The count thinks himself insulted
The snow was quite deep
Two by two
The snow man’s house
Puss-in-the-corner
To the rescue
“I’ll put this right in your face and—­melt you!”
Letitia stood before uncle Jack
School children in Pokonoket
Pokonoket in stormy weather
Toby and the crazy loon
Toby ran till he was out of breath
The patchwork woman
The patchwork girl
Julia was arrested on Christmas Day
Julia entertains the ambassador through the keyhole
The grandmothers enjoy the Chinese toys
“Six”—­she began feebly
“What!” said Squire Bean suddenly
Little Patience obeys the squire’s summons
Watching for the coach
“Just look here!” said Willy’s sweet voice
The little stranger
She almost fainted from cold and exhaustion
A conveyance is found

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THE POT OF GOLD.

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THE POT OF GOLD.

The Flower family lived in a little house in a broad grassy meadow, which sloped a few rods from their front door down to a gentle, silvery river.  Right across the river rose a lovely dark green mountain, and when there was a rainbow, as there frequently was, nothing could have looked more enchanting than it did rising from the opposite bank of the stream with the wet, shadowy mountain for a background.  All the Flower family would invariably run to their front windows and their door to see it.

The Flower family numbered nine:  Father and Mother Flower and seven children.  Father Flower was an unappreciated poet, Mother Flower was very much like all mothers, and the seven children were very sweet and interesting.  Their first names all matched beautifully with their last name, and with their personal appearance.  For instance, the oldest girl, who had soft blue eyes and flaxen curls, was