YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



into the woods, away from the haunts of 

 men for a long mile, till he came to the edge 

 of the peaceful Potter's field, for he knew 

 where they had laid her. 



A wavy white birch cast its flicker of ten- 

 der green, and checkered the sunlight on a 

 little mound of upraised turf where a few 

 wild wood-violets were blooming. Gyp 

 threw his weak, weary little body do\vn 

 under the birch, laid his black nose between 

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