YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



We wound our way around the pretty 

 cove, past the ice-cold waters of Hope 

 spring, where the happy Indians used to 

 camp, so Ramon said, and where we used 

 to stop so often to fortify ourselves with a 

 drink, under the big oak-trees. Then we 

 turned in by the big stone gate-posts, and up 

 the broad drive to the doctor's and aunt 

 Mary's house, which stood out on another 

 bold hilltop overlooking the bay, and so near 

 our home we could speak across the winding 

 arm of the sea which flowed between us. 



They called it Cedar-crest because of the 

 dark green cedar trees that were dappled 

 over the hillside and gathered in a shady 

 grove at the rear of the sightly home. 



The doctor had laid out the front slope, 

 overhanging the sea, into a maze of artistic 

 beds, hearts and diamonds and stars and 

 crescents, with white-shelled walks between, 

 and aunt Mary had planted each bed with 

 its own kind of lovely flowers. We could 

 look across and see the bright dashes of 

 color, or the pure white or great golden- 

 banded lilies, in their season, swaying to and 

 fro. Now, as we wound up the drive, 

 against the soft west breeze, I craned my 

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