. Yours with all my heart : her own story, as told by the beautiful Italian gazelle-hound Fairy . side of the chimney!And grandma deposited her candlestick onthe cellar stairs, straightened her tall figure,and stripped back her sleeves, with a gesturethat always meant business. The elder son saw himself, in imagination,seeking his bed somewhere in the gray dawn;but it was no use pooh-poohing at grandmawhen she had once made up her mind, so hearose from his seat on an old cider-keg,rested his long hands meditatively on hiships, and surveyed the solid masonry. Preston, you bring that light right
. Yours with all my heart : her own story, as told by the beautiful Italian gazelle-hound Fairy . side of the chimney!And grandma deposited her candlestick onthe cellar stairs, straightened her tall figure,and stripped back her sleeves, with a gesturethat always meant business. The elder son saw himself, in imagination,seeking his bed somewhere in the gray dawn;but it was no use pooh-poohing at grandmawhen she had once made up her mind, so hearose from his seat on an old cider-keg,rested his long hands meditatively on hiships, and surveyed the solid masonry. Preston, you bring that light right roundthe back side of this chimney; pears to me Iremember - - Ah yes, here tis! I thoughtthere was a flue there! It just this minutecame across me how, years and years ago,your father let neighbor Doctor Johnson,the dentist, bake his teeth down here, just tohelp him out. We put this flue in on pur-pose for him. And grandma, as she spoke,was twisting away with eager fingers at theiron cover, some three feet above ground,but bedded in rust, leading to a small roundpassage into the chimney. 64. With a glad, half-wailing cry of recognition and relief. THE NEW YOf KPUBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR. L v FCJ c-i YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART Here, mother, do let me get at it. Andwith a few smart raps with an old steelyardweight he picked up, the rusty plate loosened,revolved, and fell to the ground - as in-stantaneously, like a Jack-in-the-box, outpopped a little sharp, sooty nose, and a pairof great blinking eyes, with a glad, half-wailing cry of recognition and relief. Well, Ill be bound! Im beat this time,mother! Well, your old mother isnt so easilybeaten. When I know a thing, I know it,and the whole world cant beat me out of it;something told me, plain as day, to come tothis cellar! rejoined grandma in a tone ofmingled mysterious awe and triumph. Come Flossie, dear little Flossie; grand-mall help him. The little fellow waswailing and whimpering out the whole storyof his tragic experience, as sure
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