[These notes were made in 1984; I read this in the Toronto: Briggs, 1915 edition]. Well, you know, I read it to the end, this Prince-And-Pauper / Connecticut Yankee story, without complaining, but my principal memory is that it was rather too sweet on the palate. The heroine is called Little Ann, which is already a danger signal. The conceit is that of a forthright, up-and-coming American lad thrust into the decadent and incomprehensible world of the English aristocracy; the deus ex machina which relieves him from this terrible fate is the discovery of the real heir (providentially rescued from delirium and starvation by Mr. Temple Barholm - T. Tembarom - himself in an early chapter); the unmistakeable strong point of the novel is the depiction of Tembarom's poverty-stricken childhood in New York; the chief weakness of it is the inability to get very far past the "quaintness" of England. As Nanki-Poo says, "Modified rapture!"