YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



Poor tired mamma never woke up to tell 

 Ellie of the new advent in the kitchen. She 

 didn't need to, for Ellie had good common 

 sense, and more, a gentle, pitying heart, 

 though she "yumped a little," as she told 

 mamma afterward, in her cunning dialect. 

 She only laughed and said, "W-a-1-1, I 

 detare! you little flaxy, frettled, Swede dod, 



all of a tolor what sip did "you turn over 



', 

 in? 



So the cheery breakfast-bell and the faint 

 fumes of the spicy coffee were the first things 

 to wake us. Mamma laughed to see me 

 jealously eyeing my pretty basket the first 

 thing, to see that our new lodger had taken 

 no liberties with it, and then I strutted 

 toward the kitchen, to look him up. There 

 he was, wide awake, blinking out at me with 

 his topaz eyes and beating a tattoo with his 

 fringy tail. 



After breakfast, when the morning work 

 was done, Ellie of her own accord put 

 little Frowzelly in the laundry-tub, while I 

 stood curiously by, and gave him a nice 

 warm bath, and dried and combed him. 

 We found his hair was fine as silk floss, of a 

 pale, glossy drab color. I began to feel 

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