ILLUSTRATIONS

The fitful flicker of the lanterns played over rapidly cooling eggs and grave facesFrontispiece

FACING PAGE

I never saw such little shoes14

Edelgard most inconsiderately leaving me to bear the entire burden of opening and shutting our things38

The sun shone its hottest while we slowly surmounted this last obstacle50

It was an unnerving spectacle80

“Dear Baron,” said she, “do you think it is wrong to carry stew-pots?”100

Thus, as it were, with blacking, did I cement my friendship with Lord Sigismund102

Edelgard posing—and what a pose; good heavens, what a pose!114

“But surely not here,” murmured Frau von Eckthum124

The two nondescripts, who were passing, lingered to look134

“But, lieber Otto, is it then my fault that you have forgotten the paper?”142

“Do you, Jellaby,” I then inquired, “really understand how best to treat a sausage?”182

“’Ere ’e is”200

An imposing lady in the pew in front of us sat sideways in her corner and examined us with calm attention230

The old gentleman was in the act of addressing me in his turn268

Gentle as my voice was, it yet made her start294

THE CARAVANERS