. Yours with all my heart : her own story, as told by the beautiful Italian gazelle-hound Fairy . ve all human estimate. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. BUT, in spite of all that those who sodearly loved and so earnestly soughtto save me could do, my strengthfailed as the hot summer days drew on apaceand my hold on this beautiful world wasloosening. I had made a long, brave fightfor life. Poor mamma watched and tended meday after day; she had no heart for the sails,the rides, the laughter of her guests, since Icould take no part with them. Early andlate she strove to ease my pain, and papastrove to help h
. Yours with all my heart : her own story, as told by the beautiful Italian gazelle-hound Fairy . ve all human estimate. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. BUT, in spite of all that those who sodearly loved and so earnestly soughtto save me could do, my strengthfailed as the hot summer days drew on apaceand my hold on this beautiful world wasloosening. I had made a long, brave fightfor life. Poor mamma watched and tended meday after day; she had no heart for the sails,the rides, the laughter of her guests, since Icould take no part with them. Early andlate she strove to ease my pain, and papastrove to help her. I would lie on my pillow beside her atnight, and look out on the lonely sea, thatseemed to lead so far, far away in the moon-light, and try to bear my pain and loneliness300 YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART while mamma slept for a few brief hours;but sometimes, when the pain and loneli-ness grew too great to bear, I would touchher cheek softly with my little paw and givejust the gentlest, saddest cry to waken her,for I could not even turn now without herhelp. She would waken quickly and arise, and. strive with all her power to ease my suffer-ing. Often she would take me in her arms,and go out and walk slowly with me, in thecool of the summer midnight. I loved todrag my little faltering steps to the lily-pondand the fountain, and moisten my parchedthroat with the sweet waters I loved so , again, to stand in the moonlight, underthe great crimson-rambler roses by the stone 301 YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART well-house, and as their crimson shower offalling blossoms, shaken by the night winds,fell over my little fawn-like figure, like a sadprophecy, poor mammas heart would ache,as though its own ruby drops were had learned to love me so in the thir-
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