<br><p><b>Identifier</b>: peterwendymargar00barr (<a class="external text" href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?title=Special%3ASearch&amp;profile=default&amp;fulltext=Search&amp;search=insource%3A%2Fpeterwendymargar00barr%2F">find matches</a>)<br><b>Title</b>: <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/bookidpeterwendymargar00barr">Peter and Wendy ; Margaret Ogilvy</a><br><b>Year</b>: <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/bookyear1912">1912</a> (<a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/bookdecade1910">1910s</a>)<br><b>Authors</b>:  <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/bookauthorBarrie__J__M___James_Matthew___1860_1937">Barrie, J. M. (James Matthew), 1860-1937</a> <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/bookauthorBarrie__J__M___James_Matthew___1860_1937__Margaret_Ogilvy__1912">Barrie, J. M. (James Matthew), 1860-1937. Margaret Ogilvy. 1912</a><br><b>Subjects</b>: <br><b>Publisher</b>:  <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/bookpublisherNew_York__Scribner">New York, Scribner</a><br><b>Contributing Library</b>:  <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/bookcontributorHarold_B__Lee_Library">Harold B. Lee Library</a><br><b>Digitizing Sponsor</b>:  <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/booksponsorBrigham_Young_University">Brigham Young University</a><br><br><b>View Book Page</b>: <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://archive.org/stream/peterwendymargar00barr/peterwendymargar00barr#page/n76/mode/1up">Book Viewer</a><br><b>About This Book</b>: <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://archive.org/details/peterwendymargar00barr">Catalog Entry</a><br><b>View All Images</b>: <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/bookidpeterwendymargar00barr">All Images From Book</a><br>
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