Chapter I: Front Matter

MERRYLIPS

By BEULAH MARIE DIX

WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY
FRANK T. MERRILL

AND
NEW FRONTISPIECE AND DECORATIONS BY
ANNE COOPER

New York
THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
1927

_All rights reserved_

PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

COPYRIGHT, 1906,
BY THE MACMILLAN COMPANY.

Set up and electrotyped. Published September, 1906. Reprinted 1907,
1909, 1910, 1911, 1912, 1913, 1914, 1915, 1916, 1917, 1918, 1919, 1920,
1921, 1922, 1923, 1924, 1925.

New edition September, 1925; June, 1926.

Reissued October, 1927.

Norwood Press
J. S. Cushing Co.--Berwick & Smith Co.
Norwood, Mass., U.S.A.

TO
EVERY LITTLE GIRL
WHO HAS WISHED FOR AN HOUR
TO BE A LITTLE BOY
THIS STORY IS DEDICATED
BY HER FRIEND
THE AUTHOR

CONTENTS

I. A MAID OF OLD

II. HER BIRTHDAY

III. OUT IN THE WORLD

IV. AT LARKLAND

V. AMONG THE GOLDEN GORSE

VI. THE TART THAT WAS NEVER BAKED

VII. IN THE MIDST OF ALARUMS

VIII. THE SILVER RING

IX. ALL IN THE NIGHT

X. PRISONER OF WAR

XI. THE COMING OF HERBERT LOWRY

XII. A VENNER TO THE RESCUE!

XIII. IN BORROWED PLUMES

XIV. OFF TO THE WARS

XV. TIDINGS AT MONKSFIELD

XVI. BROTHER OFFICERS

XVII. "WHO CAN SING AND WON'T SING--"

XVIII. TO ARMS!

XIX. THE END OF THE DAY

XX. LADY SYBIL'S GODDAUGHTER

XXI. WHEN THE CAPTAIN CALLED

XXII. A PARTING OF THE WAYS

XXIII. OUTSIDE KING'S SLYNTON

XXIV. THE DARKEST DAY

XXV. AFTER THE STORM

XXVI. HE THAT WAS LOST

XXVII. HOW RUPERT WAS TOO CLEVER

XXVIII. IN THE ENEMY'S CAMP

XXIX. A FRIEND IN NEED

XXX. TO PUT IT TO THE TOUCH

XXXI. AT LORD CAVERSHAM'S TABLE

XXXII. NEWS FROM LONDON

XXXIII. WESTWARD HO!

XXXIV. JOURNEY'S END

XXXV. THE PASSING OF TIBBOTT VENNER

ILLUSTRATIONS

Merrylips

More than once they had to pause and sit by the path, while the lad rested

"I am come, on behalf of the Parliament, to search your house for arms"

"Faith, here's a schooling in which I'll bear a hand, my pretty gentleman!"

He laid a hand on Merrylips' shoulder and drew her to him

"He's hurt. Thou must not waken him," she said

Rupert and Merrylips knew it was useless to think of escape

She stopped and across the rim stared at the man

On his bared chest was a red mark like a fresh cut

MERRYLIPS