YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



were surer than ever that it was Tit- Willow, 

 only he had led a wild, free life on the island, 

 and grown timid at sight of people. He 

 would mew and talk to us from out the shel- 

 ter of the grove of tall poplars, but would not 

 come nearer the house than to peep out 

 between the cedars at the entrance, where 

 he would sit up and wave those big double 

 fore paws at us. 



Mamma had a big bowl of milk set out 

 under the trees for him to steal up and drink 

 every day, and when the home was closed 

 for the winter a little trap-door, leading up 

 into the warm stable, was left open for Tit- 

 Willow, who hunted and fished, and loved 

 his liberty. 



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