YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



the rest. I couldn't tell myself, only it 

 seemed some way as though I had heard it 

 in some sad dream, years and years ago, 

 when my heart was aching, and I tried so 

 hard to remember when and where. 



But usually I sat so still mamma would 



let me come to most everything in the big 

 reception room- -the musicales, the art clubs, 

 and the literaries, as they call them; and the 

 ladies would always take time to give me a 

 caress and call me a little beauty. Mamma 

 used to say, ' Oh, how blessed it would be if 

 every forsaken little child, every neglected, 

 lonely heart, of dog or human, could only 



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