Part,  Chapter

1      I,     III|     How I wish you were my papa!"~ ~The old gentleman was
2      I,     III| the second one! Just say, 'Papa Alfred'; I can remember
3     IX,       I| not let me come in to you, papa Cambray," she called, simulating
4     IX,       I|   button. Good night, dear papa Cambray!"~ ~The sick man
5      X,       I| the bloody days of Karako, Papa, Raab, and Acs. The militia
6      X,     III| that horrid influenza poor papa Cambray brought with him