YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



followed them, stealing from room to room 

 with wistful eyes. At night I would be pil- 

 lowed in their arms, rousing at the slightest 

 move, and clinging, trembling, to mamma's 

 neck not daring to sleep and dream my 

 sweet, happy dreams, as of old. 



Christmas day came, cold and bright. 

 Mamma buttoned on my brow^n, fur- 

 trimmed blanket, and a brand-new steel- 

 trimmed harness, with a shining plated 

 chain to lead me by, and started out to walk 

 with papa, to dine with aunt Mary and the 

 doctor. There were bells on my harness 

 and bells on my collar; my gay trappings 

 and the rattle of the chain all seemed quite 

 impressive, and some little boys we passed 

 stood still and whispered, one to another, 

 There goes a bloodhound!' They had 

 somewhere seen performing dogs led by 

 chains. This made papa smile, as I looked 

 more like a tiny doe than I did like the 

 bloodthirsty canine they imagined. But for 

 once all my proud array, and the walk, 

 which was usually my delight, failed to 

 cheer me. 



When I arrived at aunt Mary's, she took 

 off all my little things and hung them in 

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