YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



home, I longed for a voice to join in the 

 sweet refrain, but could only look from one 

 face to the other, with my singing soul 

 shining out of my big brown eyes. 



I said I never burst out singing as some 

 little dogs do, but there was one sweet old 

 piano piece that made my little heart ache 

 so. And, no matter where in the house I 

 was, mamma couldn't play a line before she 

 heard me coming, sobbing and pleading for 

 her to stop. I would fly up to the piano and 

 try to hold her hands from making the voices 

 sing, but it was her right hand, way up 

 among the crying voices, that I tried hardest 

 to hold; and sometimes I would twine my 

 little fore paws so tight around her plump 

 arm, and pull so hard, jumping up and 

 trying to kiss her face, that she would have 

 to stop, and sometimes say: 



"Fairy, Fairy, you are hurting mamma." 



And I would leap up in her lap, and try 

 to divert her from beginning again by 

 twining my little fore arms around her neck, 

 and pressing my satiny cheeks, first over one 

 eye and then the other, so she could not see. 



They all wondered what made me feel 

 so at this one tune when I enjoyed all 

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