Identifier: yourswithallmyhe00baxe (find matches)
Title: Yours with all my heart : her own story, as told by the beautiful Italian gazelle-hound Fairy
Year: 1904 (1900s)
Authors: Baxendale, Esther M
Subjects: Dogs
Publisher: Boston : L.C. Page
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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lanket, and a brand-new steel-trimmed harness, with a shining platedchain to lead me by, and started out to walkwith papa, to dine with aunt Mary and thedoctor. There were bells on my harnessand bells on my collar; my gay trappingsand the rattle of the chain all seemed quiteimpressive, and some little boys we passedstood still and whispered, one to another,There goes a bloodhound! They hadsomewhere seen performing dogs led bychains. This made papa smile, as I lookedmore like a tiny doe than I did like thebloodthirsty canine they imagined. But foronce all my proud array, and the walk,which was usually my delight, failed tocheer me. When I arrived at aunt Marys, she tookoff all my little things and hung them in270 YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART the hall closet, and when I went in the sit-ting-room, there was my little white basket.How had it been spirited over from theisland ? She had lined it all new with lovelyblue, and covered cushion and all. I knewI understood; I was to stay behind; there
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were all my little worldly goods. I crept inand crossed my fore paws, and looked outat them all with wistful eyes and listeningears. I was too sad to be proud of mybeautiful face and form against the soft bluebackground. Aunt Mary said I was a little beauty and 271 YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART the doctor said, Fairy is the doctors ownlittle baby-dog, but I couldnt run andnestle my head against him, in my bird-likeway, as aunt Mary called it, in answer, formy heart was too heavy. How it yearnedto hold those four dear faces within thevision of my watching eyes. But as the sun was sinking in the westand lighting all the sea and skv with crim- O O v son and gold, mamma took me gently frommy little basket and held me close in herarms, while she stood and looked across atour dear Island Haven, flooded with therosy light. I could feel her heart beatingfast and heavily as she pressed her cheekupon my little head, and her tears fell on mysilky ears when she laid me in aunt Marysarms and said: My da

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