YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



fine brown hair curling around it, and his 

 kind blue eyes, as he stood there, never 

 speaking a word, but looking so grieved and 

 sad. Our fun was all over that moment; 

 we stood in the midst of the mischief we had 

 wrought, two little, guilty culprits with 

 downcast heads. 



'Then he called us, trembling, to him, 

 and pointed to all the ruined grain and told 

 us how hard he had worked, ploughing, 

 sowing and reaping, and winnowing, in the 

 heat and in the cold, to bring it all there, 

 nicely stored for the winter's use. Long 

 before he had ended, we were wailing pit- 

 eously in our pain and sorrow at what we 

 had done. 



"I can see now why he did not punish us; 

 he saw we were punished enough already. 

 Dear father! He had to go and leave his 

 flock of eight little children when I was only 

 eight years old and sister Minerva, the 

 eldest, only ten," grandma would add with 

 a sigh. 



One funny thing happened that summer, 



that made grandma and all of them laugh. 



One hot August evening the sky grew black 



as ink, and the wind whistled around the 



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