YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



white hand, to say 'good-morning.' She 

 would look up and smile so sweetly on 

 mamma, and say: 



'My poor, dear "child! you must not 

 worry so much : about me; I don't suffer one 

 bit of pain, and if I lie awake, I have such 

 pleasant dreams of my childhood. Clearer 

 and clearer things come back to me that 

 happened almost eighty years ago - and for 

 this very reason we can't make childhood too 

 happy. 



4 1 was thinking this very morning how, 

 when I was a little tot, not more than three 

 years old, I got in the grain-room with my 

 little curly-headed brother, Samuel, and w r e 

 dipped our chubby hands into the great bins 

 of oats and barley and corn, and tossed the 

 grain back and forth in showers over each 

 other, till the whole floor was strewn with 

 a hopeless mixture. We never thought how 

 naughty we were, until the door opened and 

 our father, over six feet and seven inches 

 tall in his stocking feet, stood on the thresh- 

 old, looking at us. I kno\v now, better 

 than I could then, what a handsome man 

 he was; I can see just as plain this minute as 

 I could then his high, white forehead and 



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