MacDonald, George, 1824-1905, Smith, Jessie Willcox, 1863-1935, ill · Philadelphia : D. McKay · leaf 78
in the garden, heard thedistant blast of a bugle. She jumped up with a cry of joy,for she knew by that particular blast that her father was on hisway to see her. This part of the garden lay on the slope ofthe hill, and allowed a full view of the country below. Soshe shaded her eyes with her hand,… … In an instant she was on the saddle, and clasped inhis great strong arms. THE PRINCESSS KING-PAPA were flying, horses prancing, and again came the bugle-blast,which was to her like the voice of her father calling across thedistance, Irene, Im coming. On and on they came, untilshe could clearly…
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