YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



wouldn't you like to have me climb on your 

 knee?" 



So I would stand, and look and look, until 

 she would give way and say: 



" Well, you little darling, you shall come!" 



Then up I would spring, and nestle down, 

 and try to lie as lightly as possible on her 

 dainty lap and listen while she told stories 

 of "Tony," her own little dog. One sad 

 story of his faithful love and remembrance 

 I must try to give you, with his picture which 

 she showed mamma and me. 



This is the picture of dear little Tony, 

 watching and waiting; he could never give 

 up listening for the familiar footfalls through 

 the sad silence that had fallen over her dear 

 bright home, so many weary months before. 

 Day after day he sat in his cushioned chair 

 in the west window and peered down the 

 street, his faithful little heart beating heav- 

 ily with the dull pain of hope deferred, be- 

 cause he had been cruelly disappointed again 

 and again. 



But this day of which she told us Tony 



was up on the arm of his chair, alert, intent, 



with straining gaze far, far down the street, 



where nearly a year before he had been wont 



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