YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



The master's heart was touched, as he 

 bent to give dear little Snap many a loving 

 stroke of wondering approval; and, from 

 that day forth, he rehearsed the story, as 

 his daughter gave it to mamma, as one of 

 the most convincing proofs of how we little 

 dogs catch at the tones and meaning of blame 

 or praise, and strive to merit approval. 



Then, there was her story of "Foxy," 

 who belonged to an intimate friend of the 

 lady; how his mistress would hold him up 

 to a funny little talking-box, that was up on 

 the side of the sitting-room, and he would 

 press his little ear to the black ear-trumpet, 

 and hear his master's voice calling, so far 

 away: 



"Foxy, Foxy, there's a rat down here!" 



"Ye-ep, ye-ep, ye-ep!" he would answer 

 back "just hold on; I'll be there!" 



Then he would give one wild, squirming 

 wiggle out of her arms on to the floor and 

 out of the house, sliding all the mats in a 

 heap behind him. 



'Ye-ep, ye-ep, ye-ep!" away down the 

 street, on such a scuttling gallop that the 

 passers-by drew hastily aside, as if pursued 

 by a revolving centipede. 



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