YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



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Shoo fly! yer leetle foolish varmints; 

 what fo' yer puttin' yer teefh inter clis chile's 

 bran' new caliker? Doan yer s'pose old 

 Becky's got' nufT ter do, ter cook an' iron, ter 

 say noffin' a mendin' ? ' 



Then we flew over to my house, to my 

 own dear mamma, all breathless and excited 

 -stood up and shouted out, together, the 

 dreadful thing that we had seen. But she 

 thought we were telling her about the ice- 

 man making such a banging at the ice- 

 chest in the rear, and she only said: 



"It's all right, you little watchmen -he 

 never touches mamma's goodies.' And 

 when we pulled her dress, too, she went out 

 to the chest and got some milk, and put a 

 little warm water in it to take off the chill, 

 and set it down for us. Our hearts beat so 

 hard we didn't feel hungry, but our little 

 tongues were fairly dry with shouting, and 

 we lapped it down, then raced to and fro, 

 from her room to the door, to try to get her 

 to follow; but she was busy writing, and we 

 could not make her understand. 



So I told Skippum I would stand by him 

 and we two would see it through. We crept 

 sorrowfully back to the disheveled room and 

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