YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



"Preston, I hear that dog- -and he's in 

 that chimney!' 



Uncle Preston aroused himself from his 

 sleepy lethargy, thoroughly alarmed for 

 grandma's sanity. 



'Mother, mother, are you dreaming, or 

 are you crazy ? How could that dog be in 

 the chimney ? Has he wings, to fly to the 

 ridge-pole and come down chimney like a 

 Santa Glaus ? ' 



' Hush-sh-sh ! ' whispered grandma, with 

 one stilling hand upraised; then, turning 

 back her night-cap off her best ear: 



'Flossie, poor little Flossie! Hark! Don't 

 you hear that ? ' 



A faint, far-away, mournful little whine 

 broke the midnight stillness. 



; That dog is in the bottom of this chim- 

 ney, and he's got to be gotten out!' cried 

 grandma, recovering all her decision and 

 energy. 



4 Oh mother, how can you imagine such 

 a thing ? If he's in the bottom of the chim- 

 ney, he's dead long ago, smothered with 

 soot. I tell you it's only the wind you hear ! ' 



'I tell you, I know better. I tell you, I 

 hear that dog, and he's alive, too; but he 



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