YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



Babe, under his poodle cloak, carried a big 

 drop of Yorkshire terrier blood -- and a 

 most original compound he was. 



He was hardly willing to accept the tame 

 position of companion to the little home- 

 loving Flossie; he had too much live business 

 of his own on hand. The first day mamma 

 tied him to an extra-sized hassock, to gently 

 persuade him to take a few hours' rest at 

 home, she saw that same hassock, a half- 

 hour later, much worn and bedraggled from 

 a half-mile run, disappearing behind a frisky 

 white ball off the city sidewalk, through the 

 Bank doors. He couldn't allow an attach- 

 ment twice as big as he was to be any im- 

 pediment in his busy rounds. 



Hadn't he got to be umpire at an engine 

 trial down town that very day, and sit right 

 under the drippings of the fire-box till his 

 little white woolly back would be black with 

 cinders and coal-tar? 



Hadn't he got to go down to Ramond 

 Hobb's stable, where the tame monkeys 

 were playing round loose, and make a 

 friendly call on them, and, perchance, divide 

 a little of the burden of their live-stock 

 speculations ? 

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