YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



lent fir-trees, overlooking the sea and the 

 lovely island of Nausheon, where the cool 

 breezes made soft, sighing music through 

 the dark feathery green above us ? Or 

 should we drive to quaint old Sandwich 

 town and encamp by its purling river? So 

 we varied our programme, but mamma was 

 apt to favor the wood by the sea. 



So, year after year, I came to know T that 

 the early stir in the household, the array of 

 lunch-baskets, the preparation of all sorts 

 of 'goodies,' 1 as my chum, old Sportum, 

 called them, all meant the grand picnic. 



I flew about like a fawn-and-white whirl- 

 wind, in and out the kitchen, sniffing at the 

 savory smell of sliced ham and chicken, and 

 taking a peep at mamma as she prepared the 

 sandwiches. Then away I ran to her room 

 and reached up on her dressing-table, to try 

 to thrust my nose through my best collar, 

 with its blue stones, and golden acorns for 

 bells, which I was sure of wearing on state 

 occasions. Finally I went to the stable to 

 see if the man, Ramon, who was always so 

 kind to me, was alive to the occasion, and 

 was brushing Don and Dora, and harness- 

 ing them to the brown canopy-topped car- 

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