YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



and mamma's voice came softly calling from 



the bluff: 



"Fairy, Fairy, where are you?" 



Yes, where was I, and where were they? 



Drifting through enchanted land. 



Gaylord picked up his oars and made 



a show of rowing vigorously in, while he 



started an old song in his rich, deep 



voice, and Beulah joined him in little 



quavers with her sweet mezzo: 



"Come where my Love lies dreaming, 

 Dreaming the happy hours away." 



Did ever voices sound so sweet before, or 

 words so tender, as they floated clear and 

 wide on the night winds over the moonlit 

 sea. 



And so, amid much jesting, we landed at 

 mamma's feet at last, and they told her how 

 I had decoyed them into a little moonlight 

 row, but when Gaylord lifted me in his arms 

 to give me to mamma, I knew I hadn't been 

 dreaming, for I felt his strong heart beating 

 like the thudding footfalls of a race-horse, 

 and it couldn't have been the rowing, for 

 the oars were featherweights in his vigorous 

 young arms. 



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