YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



reach, while the cold blast from the open 

 door made us all shiver. 



Papa tried to pick him up, but the dog 

 raised such a pathetic, coaxing cry he closed 

 the door and said: 



'It's no use, mother; I've no heart to put 

 the little fellow out this awful night, even if 

 he didn't beg so. See how r the frost is gath- 

 ering on the windows, in spite of the hot 

 furnace fire; can't he sleep in the kitchen?' 



"Oh, yes, indeed!" answered mamma; "it 

 will never do to put him out; his little feet 

 would be frozen, and I begin to think he has 

 no home to go to. He cannot do much 

 harm shut in the kitchen, and I don't believe 

 Ellie will be afraid of him. I will wake up 

 early in the morning and tell her, so she need 

 not be startled with finding him there unex- 

 pectedly.' 



Little Frowzelly had stopped crying, but 

 lay on his back, his praying feet uplifted, 

 anxiously listening, and before mamma 

 could finish speaking he had caught at the 

 gist of it all and went leaping gaily back, 

 two stairs at a time, to the kitchen, and curled 

 himself in a cozy ball behind the great warm 

 range for the rest of the night. 



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