YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



mamma would slip patiently down the stairs 

 and give him hasty admittance, for she re- 

 membered how once, when she had fainted 

 and fallen in a room filled with escaping 

 coal-gas, she had dimly heard that same 

 little strident voice of Babe's, wildly calling 

 to wake papa to her assistance, as he stood 

 over her face, kissing her and howling in a 

 frenzy of loving apprehension, finally rous- 

 ing and saving them both from danger. 



Thus admitted at midnight, the next mo- 

 ment his little dewy feet would be beating a 

 tattoo on top of papa's head, for at the head 

 of his pillow, and his only, would the little 

 wanderer take his rest. 



'Babe, I tell you to quit that kicking; I'll 

 be bald-headed long before my time!' 

 would be the next ejaculated reproach 

 mamma would have to swallow, for the 

 preservation of his top-knot was a half -im- 

 plied responsibility of hers. 



But she would quickly extend a protecting 

 hand, both to guard the little happy-go- 

 luck dreamer from a possible impatient slap 

 of remonstrance, and to guide his busy little 

 drumsticks away from the head of her sleep- 

 ing lord. And papa and Babe would both 



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