YOURS AVITII ALL MY HEART 



spoke his last word for the little creature 

 who clun<^ to him, and charged his nurse to 

 be sure and give him to somebody who 

 would love him!' 



And I often heard her tell the story of how 

 little Flossie was passed from hand to hand, 

 till finally he was sent across the Atlantic to 

 a dear old English Quaker lady, who could 

 love him but could not see him; she could 

 only feel his silky curls, his dainty feet, and 

 loving kisses, for the tall, gentle lady, with 

 the calm, sweet, waiting face, \vas blind. 



Thou art too playful for me, thou tiny 

 waif. I can't abide thee to set my cap awry, 

 and tumble my white kerchief so; surely 

 thou wilt cast me down, some day, beneath 

 my feet, when I know it not; I am moved to 

 give thee unto yon daughter, and she and 

 Aleck, my son, will surely love thee well, as 

 thy poor dead master could have prayed. ' 



And so it was that Flossie was bestowed at 

 last on mamma, for papa was the son of that 

 dear, gentle lady, the English Quakeress. 

 Beautiful Flossie took their hearts by storm; 

 like all the dear little first things that come 

 into the halcyon days of new wedded life, he 

 was a sacred memory as the years went on. 

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