Jackanapes, Daddy Darwin's Dovecot and Other Stories

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There are killed and wounded by war, of whom no returns reach Downing Street.

Three days later, the Captain's wife had joined him, and Miss Jessamine was kneeling by the cradle of their orphan son, a purple-red morsel of humanity, with conspicuously golden hair.

"Will he live, Doctor?"

"Live? GOD bless my soul, ma'am! Look at him! The young Jackanapes!"

CHAPTER II.

And he wandered away and away With Nature, the dear old Nurse.

LONGFELLOW.

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The Grey Goose remembered quite well the year that Jackanapes began to walk, for it was the year that the speckl