YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



brought home to me the very next day, and 

 I would amuse myself for hours together 

 with them, and mamma said I was growing 

 to be her "little loving lady." 



I stopped nibbing the pins out of her hair, 

 to let it fall in bright brown waves over her 

 shoulders, and snatching the spectacles off 

 papa's nose, and pulling the linings out of 

 his hats. I would spring on his lap, as soon 

 as the evening lamp was lighted, and snuggle 

 my little head up on his breast, between him 

 and the newspaper while he read, and lie 

 blinking up at him for hours, with those deep 

 golden-brown eyes of mine, which mamma 

 said grew bigger and more beautiful every 

 day. 



"And you can almost see her little fore- 

 head grow full and high, above her eyes 

 and between her ears she is going to be 

 full of love and intelligence!" she would add. 

 Still, I had lots of baby ways. When I lay 

 down at night, I always wanted papa's hand 

 to hold between my little paws, and would 

 kiss it all over, inside and out, I missed my 

 fawn-and-white mamma so; and when I got 

 tired, I would lay my little chin in the hollow 

 of his hand, and go to sleep. 



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