YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



looked so 'shamed I would turn my little 

 head away and not look at her, to make her 

 feel worse. I heard mamma say one day 

 that she was Canova's Venus, so I thought 

 maybe that was why she kept her beautiful 

 face turned ever toward the sea, looking for 

 Canova to come sailing in, 'cause he was her 

 lover. But he never came; and some way, 

 after she stood there summer after summer, 

 so still and watching, I began to think she 

 wasn't a real live lady after all, but a lovely 

 image frozen out of ice and snow. 



Mamma took me visiting once in a beau- 

 tiful rose-garden, and she called to papa, 

 " Oh, come and see this lovely Flora, right in 

 a bower of roses!" 



I knew the words, " Come and see," and 

 I rushed swift as a little fawn to see the 

 sight; but when I saw another poor white 

 lady, with nothing but wreaths of white 

 flowers to wear, I hung my little head and 

 crouched down, and hid my face below the 

 great white rock she was sitting on. Mam- 

 ma caught me up and kissed me, and said 

 I was her little white angel. 



But I have gotten away from black Jim 

 and Tit- Willow. Well, papa would get us 

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