YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



Then, when the singing was over, if 

 Beulah wandered into the cozy Oriental 

 corner, where the jeweled Arabic lamp cast 

 a soft rainbow light, and the beaded por- 

 tieres screened off this recess in the stone 

 tower from the big reception-room, I would 

 poke my slim little nose through the crystal 

 curtain and begin to snuff and paw, and to 

 pretend I smelled a mouse. I would over- 

 turn the old shields and curios, burrow 

 under the bright cushions, and stir up a great 

 commotion, till Gaylord actually had to 

 assist and defend Beulah from whatever 

 danger might appear in my pursuit. 



But some way the mouse never quite 

 came to light; and some way, too, just as 

 they got cozily seated, I would see fit to give 

 over my quest and curl down on the soft 

 silk cushions beside them, shut my eyes 

 and listen to the sweet rise and fall of their 

 young voices, in the half jest, half earnest, 

 of that delightful hour, while Beulah's 

 white, nestling hands toyed with my silky 

 ears, so eager to divine their words. 



Another day at sunset, when my lord had 

 made a bold break, and walked away by 

 himself to the little white kiosk among the 



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