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Foreword
Chapter I. The Birth of the Prince and the Pauper
Chapter II. Tom’s Early Life
Chapter III. Tom’s Meeting with the Prince
Chapter IV. The Prince’s Troubles Begin
Chapter V. Tom as a Patrician
Chapter VI. Tom Receives Instructions
Chapter VII. Tom’s First Royal Dinner
Chapter VIII. The Question of the Seal
Chapter IX. The River Pageant
Chapter X. The Prince in the Toils
Chapter XI. At Guildhall
Chapter XII. The Prince and His Deliverer
Chapter XIII. The Disappearance of the Prince
Chapter XIV ‘Le Roi est mort – vive le Roi’[109]
Chapter XV. Tom as King
Chapter XVI. The State Dinner
Chapter XVII. Foo-foo the First
Chapter XVIII. The Prince with the Tramps
Chapter XIX. The Prince with the Peasants
Chapter XX. The Prince and the Hermit
Chapter XXI. Hendon to the Rescue[178]
Chapter XXII. A Victim of Treachery
Chapter XXIII. The Prince a Prisoner
Chapter XXIV The Escape
Chapter XXV. Hendon Hall
Chapter XXVI. Disowned
Chapter XXVII. In Prison
Chapter XXVIII The Sacrifice
Chapter XXIX To London
Chapter XXX. Tom’s Progress
Chapter XXXI. The Recognition[235] Procession
Chapter XXXII. Coronation Day
Chapter XXXIII. Edward as King
Conclusion. Justice and Retribution
Footnotes and Twain’s Notes
Vocabulary
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I will set down a tale as it was told to me by one who had it of his father, which latter had it of HIS father, this last having in like manner had it of HIS father – and so on, back and still back, three hundred years and more, the fathers transmitting it to the sons and so preserving it. It may be history, it may be only a legend, a tradition. It may have happened, it may not have happened: but it COULD have happened. It may be that the wise and the learned believed it in the old days; it may be that only the unlearned and the simple loved it and credited it.
London was fifteen hundred years old, and was a great town – for that day. It had a hundred thousand inhabitants – some think double as many[4]. The streets were very narrow, and crooked, and dirty, especially in the part where Tom Canty lived, which was not far from London Bridge[5]. The houses were of wood, with the second story projecting over the first, and the third sticking its elbows out beyond the second. The higher the houses grew, the broader they grew. They were skeletons of strong criss-cross beams, with solid material between, coated with plaster. The beams were painted red or blue or black, according to the owner’s taste, and this gave the houses a very picturesque look. The windows were small, glazed with little diamond-shaped panes, and they opened outward, on hinges, like doors.
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“None, sir. Would’st have them take off their garment, and sleep without – like the beasts?”
“Their garment! Have they but one?”
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