YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



and pictures and big, soft arm-chairs, I 

 knew had come from my old city home, I 

 waggled and skipped about, all over every- 

 thing. I felt so big and proud, I said: 



What is the use of hiding under mam- 

 ma's cloak, or anywhere else? I'll go right 

 out now and tell that big man who runs that 

 funny riding-box that I'm not one bit afraid 

 of him.' 



So I wiggled out through the door, past 

 the bags the hackman was passing in, and 

 rushed right up to the cage, just as a lady 

 and a little boy were flying up in the box. 

 I spatted my feet on the hard oak floor and 

 sung out in my high singing key, with my 

 tail wagging to give emphasis, same as I 

 did to the 'monkey-man," as I called him, 

 when he came to the Island. 



I always knew the music of the " monkey- 

 man,' no matter how distant the sound. I 

 was wild with excitement, and rushed to see 

 the funny little hairy man, with his bright- 

 colored coat and cap, who danced on the box 

 of music, or climbed his master's shoulder 

 and caught the pennies we threw. 



Now when mamma heard my little voice 

 in the hall, she came out quickly and caught 

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