Now I'll have Alsace and Lorraine, 1870.

There are seven of them, so hold still and see how you like it," returned Jack, picking the large, pale stamps one by one from Jill's forehead, which they crossed like a band.
She bore it without flinching, saying to herself with a secret smile, as she glanced at the hot fire, which scorched her if she kept near enough to Jack to help him, "This really is being like a missionary, with a tattooed savage to look after.

I have to suffer a little, as the good folks did who got speared and roasted sometimes; but I won't complain a bit, though my forehead smarts, my arms are tired, and one cheek is as red as fire." "The Roman States make a handsome page, don't they ?" asked Jack, little dreaming of the part he was playing in Jill's mind.

"Oh, I say, isn't Corea a beauty?
I'm ever so proud of that;" and he gazed fondly on a big blue stamp, the sole ornament of one page.
"I don't see why the Cape of Good Hope has pyramids.

They ought to go in Egypt.