YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



and pulled out to view. He had begun the 

 glorious Fourth a snow-white dog; he had 

 ended it, at midnight, a jet black one. But 

 grandma didn't care a whit for that, so long 

 as she had him safe and sound in her arms. 



The poor little thing, it seemed, in his 

 panic and fright had run into a disused 

 room, from whence the stove had been re- 

 moved the spring before. He had dis- 

 covered the dark funnel-hole, and, thrusting 

 in his little head, he found such blissful 

 silence and fancied security from the fierce 

 Fourth-of-July bombardment without, that 

 he had scrambled in, head and heels, on- to 

 nothingness, and fallen headlong to the cel- 

 lar below, landing, luckily, on a soft bed of 

 soot, where he lay a hopeless, helpless little 

 prisoner. Yet he would soon have per- 

 ished of fright and suffocation had it not 

 been for the prompt energy and determina- 

 tion of dear grandma, guided by that mys- 

 terious divining, almost prescient, power 

 with which she was endowed. 



How thankful mamma was, when she re- 

 turned the next day, to find little Flossie 

 alive, and the same dainty little loving, snow- 

 white morsel as ever, when she heard the 

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