YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



raised the shade and looked at the break, 

 and wrote more in his little book. Skippum 

 and I went over, too, and put our little paws 

 on the window-sill, and looked back at the 

 flushing Inez, and swelled up our little 

 throats and barked again. We saw the 

 broken glass lying on the outside of the 

 window-sill, but we didn't think he was 

 writing that in the little book. 



' Mrs. Wakeman, I believe you mentioned 

 that your maid was the last person to leave 

 this room, before the ride?' 



Yes, sir,'' answered the lady. 'She 

 came here to take the baby from the bed 

 and put on his little bonnet.' 



4 Miss, were these two little dogs in the 

 room when you left it ? ' 



'I don't remember, sir.' 

 Skippum and I were turning our little 

 heads back and forth between the sharp- 

 nosed man and the maid, watching their 

 faces. We knew the question was about us, 

 and we thought he was taking our part, and 

 when we thought again of the stinging slaps, 

 the shivering glass, and mamma Wakeman's 

 red velvet jewel-bag in the deep, deep pocket 

 of our enemy, we bow-wowed right out 



