Dedication
TO
MY LITTLE NEPHEW
WILLY WHEELER.
FROM HIS AFFECTIONATE
AUNT.
Preface
You wide-awake little boys, who make whistles of willow, and go fishing and training,—Horace is very much like you, I suppose. He is by no means perfect, but he is brave and kind, and scorns a lie. I hope you and he will shake hands and be friends.