YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



4 Oh, dear, dear - whatever shall I do!' 

 mother Golden-Hair was just exclaiming to 

 herself as the master came through the door 

 with me. She looked despairingly from 

 the baby to another sturdy little felllow who 

 could barely toddle, and w r ho, clutching at 

 the lace edge of the table-cover, brought a 

 china vase and her well-filled work-basket 

 all down with a crash, while the toddler, 

 buried beneath, added his lusty voice to the 

 swelling chorus, and the two saucy little 

 black-and-tans we had passed on the lawn 

 came yapping through the veranda door, 

 and chased the rolling spools and balls about 

 the floor, tangling the silks and delicate 

 laces. 



I wriggled my little tail and my little self 

 all over, at being thus presented, even at 

 this unlucky moment, and kissed the crying 

 baby on his sweet pink toes, but he only 

 screamed the more; and my heart gave a 

 great thump, then almost stood still, as 

 mother Golden-Hair turned hastily around 

 with flushed cheeks and her big blue eyes 

 full of tears and cried out at sight of me* : 



'O, John, how could you do such a 

 thing as to bring me home another puppy ? 



