YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



necks and turning their black-crested heads 

 to listen to every sound. 



The cunning striped squirrels would run 

 right past me, in and out the stable door, 

 their little cheeks all puffed out with the 

 corn papa left open on purpose for them, as 

 they scurried away to hide it in their little 

 homes for winter. 



I watched the towers of the island home 

 builded stone by stone, and finally the 

 great cozy fireplace of stone and sea-shells, 

 and my little heart was glad, because some- 

 thing told me that I could be with those who 

 loved me so dearly more I would not 

 have to wait alone till nightfall, as I had in 

 the city home, and hear that word ' office ' 

 so much. There was no such thing as an 

 office on the restful island. It was one long, 

 bright summer dream of sunshine, and soft 

 breezes off the sea, singing birds, perfume 

 of roses and lilies, and sounds of sweet music 

 at eventide. 



They brought that same dear old lady we 

 called 'Grandma' to this new home, and 

 it seemed to give her ne\v life and strength. 

 She, too, had kind blue eyes and soft white 

 hair, and her face was young, like mamma's; 



