YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



little Fairy was trying to be brave and good 

 and happy. I understood that her letters 

 were going to mamma, and I would kiss 

 them and try so hard to speak. Sometimes 

 aunt Mary would put the pen in my little 

 slender fingers, and let me write, "Fairy 

 sends her love!" with her aid. Once, she 

 inked the tips of my little finger-toes, and 

 let me make a precious footprint for a 

 postscript to one letter which was to meet 

 them at Jerusalem, where aunt Mary said 

 they were tracing the footprints of Him 

 who was the first to teach that the heart of 

 God went out to all His dumb creatures, 

 and that they, too, were His children, for 

 whose welfare He holds man responsible. 



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