YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



rubber ball and trying to kiss the ends of my 

 lovely blue ribbon. I felt so grand and self- 

 righteous that when the new girl, Christie, 

 was laying the table for dinner, and I 

 peeped out and saw the big black kitten, 

 Whiskers, perched on the edge of a chair, 

 his nose in air, sniffing in the direction of 

 the chicken, which Christie had just taken 

 from the oven and put in a big platter, I 

 rushed out and seized him by his long bushy 

 tail and threw him to the floor in a twinkling. 

 But he never scratched me, he was so taken 

 by surprise; and Christie praised me. 



I always lorded it over Whiskers after 

 that, before people, but he would never 

 strike back; we really loved each other 

 dearly, and always kissed each other when 

 we met and thought nobody was looking. 

 I felt dreadfully sorry when some bad boys 

 stoned poor Whiskers and hurt his leg so 

 that he died, after suffering many days. 



Papa saved me the wish-bone when he 

 carved the chicken at dinner that day, and 

 Christie fed me with nice tidbits in the 

 kitchen, Whiskers waiting patiently till I 

 had my fill. 



I hid my wish-bone under the little blue 



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