YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



at her and pushed her over on the slippery 

 floor. I was jealous, madly jealous, be- 

 cause mamma had kissed her, and because 

 papa, who came in just then, called her a 

 "little beauty.' I thought mine was the 

 only style of beauty. 



I was sorry and ashamed when mamma 

 had to comfort the newcomer, and told me 

 how rude and unkind I had been, while she 

 fed her with warm milk. But little Corea 

 was very forgiving toward me, and invited 

 me, with many coquettish tosses of her plumy 

 ears, which almost swept the floor, to come 

 and play with her. 



I guess I looked just as queer to her, in 

 my little short-haired doeskin, the way she 

 stared at me with her great, shining, black 

 eyes. When mamma's friends came, the 

 next day, they found their little Corea all 

 ensconced in my blue-lined basket, and I 

 had to admit she made a lovely picture. 



I tried hard to be lady-like when the 

 household petted her, but mamma saw how 

 my little heart swelled up to see Corea in 

 her arms, so she explained to her friends 

 that, not to try my little feelings too far, she 

 must caress her when I w r as not about, 

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