Chapter 20: The May Frolic 291

ILLUSTRATIONS

“Oh, mine’s ahead!” cried Marion (Page 27) _Frontispiece_

FACING PAGE

There was a crash, and a ball of fire seemed to
drop from the sky 102

She hastily uncorked it and took a sniff 126

Beneath his nimble, clever fingers the flag grew
rapidly 214

“Oh, yes, I like frosted cakes derry much” 252

He helped Polly Wiggles into the large pink rose
that formed her seat 300

MISS POLLY WIGGLES