YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



ing the pretty blanket and making the cun- 

 ning buttonholes for the little gilt buttons. 

 Whenever she put it out of her hands to go 

 to lunch or dinner, she found me lying on it, 

 needle and all, on her return, I was so afraid 

 something would run away with it. 



When it was nearly finished, and she tried 

 it on to see just where to set the buttons, I 

 fairly swaggered about the room, holding 

 my pretty head high above the fluffy fur 

 collar, bridling it from side to side, and 

 prancing and curveting, same as I had seen 

 Don and Dora do when papa said they felt 

 fine as a fiddle. It was a long time before I 

 could steady down enough to let aunt Mary 

 take it off, to set the finishing stitches, and 

 they had a good laugh at my proud little 

 antics. 



The doctor called me over to the bay 

 window and showed me a big, blue-coated 

 man, with shiny buttons, walking slowly 

 past, and said: 



"Does Fairy see that g-r-e-a-t - b-i-g 

 policeman? He'll go for those bad boys 

 that s-t-e-a-1 little dogs!' 



I swelled up my little throat and barked 

 a big "Bow-wow-wow!' that I thought 

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