YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



stone tower in mamma's room when we went 

 to bed. I had never been afraid in a storm, 

 so I went to sleep with the rest, - my little 

 chin in papa's hand, - to the sound of the 

 swaying oak-trees and the waves plashing 

 on the shore. But suddenly, at midnight, I 

 was startled wide awake by a blue glare of 

 flashing light, which showed the sea churned 

 into white foam, and the salt spray, lifted 

 by the fierce wind, driven straight in at the 

 open window, followed by the rattle and 

 crash of hailstones, that came dashing 

 across the chamber floor; while over all was 

 a heavy rumble and roar that jarred the 

 great house. I would not have been afraid, 

 even then, only mamma flew so quickly 

 from room to room to secure the windows. 

 She went to cousin Elsie's room and said: 



' Elsie, you are sleeping right under the 

 tall flag-staff, and as you are a little timid 

 anyway, perhaps you had better go to 

 grandma's room and lie down with her on 

 her old-fashioned feather-bed, which they 

 call a safeguard in a tempest.' 3 



No sooner did I hear the words 'grand- 

 ma's room " and " feather-bed," every word 

 of which I understood as well as any little 



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