YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



him, to tell him that I still loved him, and not 

 to punish me. 



He shook his head as mamma rehearsed 

 the tale, and said the same words dolefully, 

 'Poor, poor papa!' but he did not punish 

 me. I could not look at the hats, but 

 turned my little face away from them, and 

 never, from that day to this, did I do another 

 piece of mischief. And if they ever, to try 

 me, put on that doleful voice to rehearse the 

 story, I flew from one to the other, and patted 

 my little paws on their lips and kissed them 

 so fast they could not open them to speak. 



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