YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



praying, it might be for always, for my 

 little heart ached with not being wanted, and 

 nowhere to go, and I hoped no little pink- 

 footed, human babies ever had to feel so! 



" Thank you ever so much, Stella, but you 

 can be sure I shall not come after her," came 

 back the flying answer, as Mrs. Wakeman 

 ran hastily down the steps and across the 

 lawn, as though in fear of my non-accep- 

 tance, under broken conditions. 



My foster mother laughed to herself, 

 closed the door and lightly climbed the 

 stairs with me to her chamber, big and 

 sunny, with a bower of green plants and 

 their bright, cheery blossoms in the bay. 

 I could feel the firm, even beating of her 

 heart beneath my little body, and I clung 

 closer and eagerly kissed her rosy cheek and 

 poked my long, pointed nose into her soft 

 brown hair. 



She sat down with me in the rocker, and, 

 holding me off, she looked a long time into 

 my big brown eyes. I could not speak a 

 single word with my little tongue, but I 

 tried to speak out of the depths of my shin- 

 ing eyes, and tell her that God had made me 

 to love and comfort his poor people! 



