YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



slender neck far out of the carriage and 

 sniffed at the sweet perfume of the flower- 

 laden air for I had learned that people 

 loved flowers, so I loved them too. Papa 

 always liked to wear a rose in his button- 

 hole, and I would smell it and kiss it; then 

 mamma would fasten one in my collar, and 

 I felt very proud. She called the little white 

 rock-rose " Fairy's flower," because she said 

 it asked so little in the world to make it 

 bright and happy opening its shining 

 white heart in drought and heat. When 

 she fastened one in my collar, and I wore it 

 all the long summer day, it would shut its 

 little eye at night, and sleep while I slept; 

 but with the first rosy flush of morning over 

 the sea, when I waked, it would be opening 

 its little heart again, after the long night, 

 with never a drop of dew only what it could 

 store in its ow r n little breast. 



Well, to go back to the picnic : there stood 

 Kitty, the dark dappled mare, seal-brown, 

 nearly black, with her shining coat and her 

 long tail almost sweeping the ground, for 

 neither the doctor nor papa ever thought of 

 such a cruel thing as chopping off the tail of 

 a beautiful horse and disfiguring and tor- 



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