YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



the doctor said, 'Fairy is the doctor's own 

 little baby-dog," but I couldn't run and 

 nestle my head against him, in my bird-like 

 way, as aunt Mary called it, in answer, for 

 my heart was too heavy. How it yearned 

 to hold those four dear faces within the 

 vision of my watching eyes. 



But as the sun was sinking in the west 

 and lighting all the sea and skv with crim- 



O O v 



son and gold, mamma took me gently from 

 my little basket and held me close in her 

 arms, while she stood and looked across at 

 our dear Island Haven, flooded with the 

 rosy light. I could feel her heart beating 

 fast and heavily as she pressed her cheek 

 upon my little head, and her tears fell on my 

 silky ears when she laid me in aunt Mary's 

 arms and said: 



'My darling little Fairy is going to stay 

 with aunt Mary and the doctor/ 



I understood it all. I tried to be brave 

 and obedient, but I gave her such a look of 

 pain and longing and reproach, out of my 

 great, startled, loving eyes, that it haunted 

 her many a day when she was far aw r ay, 

 and she had hard work to speak and say 

 good-by to the friends she loved. 



