YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



strange adventure from grandma's lips, in 

 her own graphic way. 



Then, always, came stories of free-and- 

 easy "Babe," another little curly white dog, 

 only he was dumpy, and woolly, and kinky, 

 and had one black eye and one blue one, and 

 an odd little fore foot, that turned straight 

 out to the right side as he patted along. 



Babe, it seems, was purchased as a sort 

 of companion for Flossie, when age had 

 dimmed his great dark eyes and he sat 

 patiently waiting in the shadow. So Babe 

 would lead little Flossie about, and back and 

 forth, to and from grandma's house. If he 

 wandered from the path, especially a path 

 shoveled in the snow, Babe would bob up 

 beside him and crowd him over into the 

 right trail, or lead him gently by his silky 

 ear. Sometimes he would go and stand in 

 front of Flossie, and peer into his still bright 

 but sightless eyes, as much as to say: 



" Flossie, why can't you see me ? Your eyes 

 are big enough and bright enough." 



But Babe was no such delicately or- 

 ganized, clinging little creature as the first, 

 despite his name. Flossie, they said, was 

 part Italian hound as well as poodle, but 



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