. Yours with all my heart : her own story, as told by the beautiful Italian gazelle-hound Fairy . * •*. built expressly for her to look out upon thewhole sweep of the beautiful bay, and 1would peer at the unpressed pillow, then go 155 YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART and put my little fore paws on the arm ofher vacant chair, and look with my greatinquiring eyes in mammas face, till thesudden tears would dim her sight; for shewas thinking how in the drear March daysthe Fathers call had come grandmaswork was well done. Mamma seemed sadder that summer,and I knew it better than any one else. I V used to cr
. Yours with all my heart : her own story, as told by the beautiful Italian gazelle-hound Fairy . * •*. built expressly for her to look out upon thewhole sweep of the beautiful bay, and 1would peer at the unpressed pillow, then go 155 YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART and put my little fore paws on the arm ofher vacant chair, and look with my greatinquiring eyes in mammas face, till thesudden tears would dim her sight; for shewas thinking how in the drear March daysthe Fathers call had come grandmaswork was well done. Mamma seemed sadder that summer,and I knew it better than any one else. I V used to creep close to her heart when wewere alone and lay my little head softlyagainst one cheek and then the other, overand over, to tell her how I loved her, andhow sorry I was for her. We would sit thatway together and watch the great red sungo down into the sea, and away off in thesky-country she said we could see a brighterland, through golden gates, with purplewaves and rose-lit sails and beauteous islesof eternal rest, and the changing forms ofmany mansions. And mamma pondered in her heart andwould r
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