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Ernest E. Taylor, who first suggested the title and plan, and then, gently but inexorably, persuaded me to write it. Several of the stories and many of the descriptions are due to his intimate knowledge of the lives and homes of the Early Friends; he has, moreover, been my unfailing adviser and helper at every stage of the work.
No one can study this period of Quaker history without being constantly indebted to William Charles Braithwaite, the author of Beginnings of Quakerism, and to Norman Penney, the Librarian at Devonshire House, and Editor of the Cambridge Edition of George Fox's Journal with its invaluable notes. But beyond this I owe a personal debt of gratitude to these two Friends, for much wise counsel as to sources, for their kindness in reading my MS. and my proofs, and for the many errors that their accurate scholarship has helped me to avoid, or enabled me to detect.
To Ethel Crawshaw, Assistant at the same Library; to my sister, Ellen S. Bosanquet; and to several other friends who have helped me in various ways, my grateful thanks are also due.
The stories are intended in the first place for Quaker children, and are written throughout from a Quaker standpoint, though with the wish to be as fair as possible not only to our staunch forefathers, but also to their doughty antagonists. Even when describing the fiercest encounters between them, I have tried to write nothing that might perplex or pain other than Quaker listeners; above all, to be ever mindful of what George Fox himself calls 'the hidden unity in the Eternal Being.'
L. V. HODGKIN.
29th July 1917.

CONTENTS
PREFACE page vii
* A TALK ABOUT SAINTS 1
* I. 'STIFF AS A TREE, PURE AS A BELL' 19
* II. 'PURE FOY, MA JOYE' 33
* III. THE ANGEL OF BEVERLEY 57
* IV. TAMING THE TIGER 79
* V. 'THE MAN IN LEATHER BREECHES' 97
VI. THE SHEPHERD OF PENDLE HILL 111
VII. THE PEOPLE IN WHITE RAIMENT 121
VIII. A WONDERFUL FORTNIGHT 131
IX. UNDER THE YEW-TREES 149
X. 'BEWITCHED!' 163
XI. THE JUDGE'S RETURN 175
* XII. 'STRIKE AGAIN!' 185
* XIII. MAGNANIMITY 197
* XIV. MILES HALHEAD AND THE HAUGHTY LADY 209
XV. SCATTERING THE SEED 223
XVI. WRESTLING FOR GOD 239
XVII. LITTLE JAMES AND HIS JOURNEYS 255
XVIII. THE FIRST QUAKER MARTYR 271
* XIX. THE CHILDREN OF READING MEETING 285
* XX. THE SADDEST STORY OF ALL 301
* XXI. PALE WINDFLOWERS 321
XXII. AN UNDISTURBED MEETING 343
XXIII. BUTTERFLIES IN THE FELLS 353
XXIV. THE VICTORY OF AMOR STODDART 367
* XXV. THE MARVELLOUS VOYAGE OF THE GOOD SHIP 'WOODHOUSE' 379
* XXVI. RICHARD SELLAR AND THE 'MERCIFUL MAN' 403
* XXVII. TWO ROBBER STORIES--WEST AND EAST 427
XXVIII. SILVER SLIPPERS: OR A QUAKERESS AMONG THE TURKS 441
* XXIX. FIERCE FEATHERS 465
* XXX. THE THIEF IN THE TANYARD 479
XXXI. HOW A FRENCH NOBLE BECAME A FRIEND 489
XXXII. PREACHING TO NOBODY 509
COME-TO-GOOD 523
HISTORICAL NOTES 539
Note.--An Asterisk denotes stories suitable for younger children.

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
reproduced from water-colour drawings by F. CAYLEY-ROBINSON
I. LOIS AND HER NURSE Frontispiece
II. THE BOYHOOD OF GEORGE FOX page 36
III. 'DREAMING OF THE COT IN THE VALE' 114
IV. 'THE VOICE OF THE SILENCE' 306
V. PALE WINDFLOWERS 324
VI. FIERCE FEATHERS 474
VII. A FRIENDS' MEETING 534

A TALK ABOUT SAINTS

'What are these that glow from afar, These that lean over the golden bar, Strong as the lion, pure as the dove, With open arms and hearts of love? They the blessed ones gone before, They the blessed for evermore. Out of great tribulation they went Home to their home of Heaven-content; Through flood or blood or furnace-fire, To the rest that fulfils desire.'
CHRISTINA ROSSETTI.
St. Patrick's three orders of Saints: 'a glory on the mountain tops: a gleam on the sides of the hills: a few faint lights in the valleys.'
'The Lord is King in His Saints, He guards them, and guides them with His mighty power, into His kingdom of glory and eternal rest, where they find joy, and peace, and rest eternal.'--GEORGE FOX.

A TALK ABOUT SAINTS
'What is a Saint? How I do wish I knew!'
A little girl asked herself this question a great many years ago, as she sat looking up at a patch of sunset cloud that went sailing past the bars of her nursery window late one Sunday afternoon; but the window was small and high up, and the cloud sailed by quickly.
As she watched it go, little Lois wished that she was back in her own nursery at home, where the windows were large and low down, and so near the floor that even a small girl could see out of them easily. Moreover, her own windows had wide window-sills that she could sit on, with toy-cupboards underneath.
There were no toy-cupboards in this old-fashioned nursery, where Lois was visiting, and not many toys either. There was a doll's house, that her mother used to play with when she was a little girl; but the dolls in it