. Yours with all my heart : her own story, as told by the beautiful Italian gazelle-hound Fairy . and saw me creeping slyly out from underthe grape-vine with the pretty cream-coloredegg poised in my little white teeth. Thenhe peeped under the vine; the mystery wassolved, and the truant hen, with ruffled dig-nity, was sent home to Imogene. I thoughtI was doing just the right thing, but mammasaid it would teach me bad habits. One of those bright spring mornings littleSkippum came over to visit me and play on42 YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART our big lawn. We ran like little madcaps,playing hide-and-go-s
. Yours with all my heart : her own story, as told by the beautiful Italian gazelle-hound Fairy . and saw me creeping slyly out from underthe grape-vine with the pretty cream-coloredegg poised in my little white teeth. Thenhe peeped under the vine; the mystery wassolved, and the truant hen, with ruffled dig-nity, was sent home to Imogene. I thoughtI was doing just the right thing, but mammasaid it would teach me bad habits. One of those bright spring mornings littleSkippum came over to visit me and play on42 YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART our big lawn. We ran like little madcaps,playing hide-and-go-seek in and out theshrubbery. He was glossy black, withpretty brown touches around his eyes, noseand ears, and a brown vest and stockings,and I wished him to have a fine we were resting a minute, to get ourbreath, I saw that the maid had left thefront hall door open, and it came into mylittle head how Skippum would like papassoft brown hat to play with. So I stole inand bounded noiselessly up on to the marbleshelf of the hat-tree, where the hats hung onlong pegs, but I was not quite
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