. La vostra con tutto il mio cuore : la sua storia, come raccontata dalla bella gazzella-hound italiana Fairy . una linea prima di me sheuded venire, sobbing e pleading forher per fermare. Volerei al pianoforte e cercavo di tenere le mani dal fare la voce, ma era la sua mano destra, in mezzo alle voci piangenti, che ho cercato di tenere con fervanto; E a volte mi spinchetterei mylittle avanti zampe così stretto intorno al suo plumparm, e tirare così duro, saltando su e cercando di baciare la sua faccia, che avrebbe dovuto fermarsi, e a volte dire: Fata, fata, si sta facendo male mamma. E salterei in giro, e trito div

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. Yours with all my heart : her own story, as told by the beautiful Italian gazelle-hound Fairy . a line before sheheard me coming, sobbing and pleading forher to stop. I would fly up to the piano andtry to hold her hands from making the voicessing, but it was her right hand, way upamong the crying voices, that I tried hardestto hold; and sometimes I would twine mylittle fore paws so tight around her plumparm, and pull so hard, jumping up andtrying to kiss her face, that she would haveto stop, and sometimes say: Fairy, Fairy, you are hurting mamma. And I would leap up in her lap, and tryto divert her from beginning again bytwining my little fore arms around her neck, and pressing my satiny cheeks, first over oneeye and then the other, so she could not see. They all wondered what made me feelso at this one tune when I enjoyed all144 YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART the rest. I couldnt tell myself, only itseemed some way as though I had heard itin some sad dream, years and years ago, when my heart was aching, and I tried sohard to remember when and where. But usually I sat so still mamma would. let me come to most everything in the bigreception room- -the musicales, the art clubs, and the literaries, as they call them; and theladies would always take time to give me acaress and call me a little beauty. Mammaused to say, Oh, how blessed it would be ifevery forsaken little child, every neglected, lonely heart, of dog or human, could only 145 YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART grow in grace in this air of perpetual loveand approval! I even attended my cousin Elsies wed-ding and wore a great cream-white doublebow of ribbon, which just matched my ivoryneck and breast, and set forth my tawnyeyes and ears and golden-brown shoulder-cape. When I saw the company giving theirhands to the bride and groom, I ran too, andstood before them. Cousin Elsie stoopeddown, in all her lovely lace and flowers andlong fleecy veil, that fell over me, while shepatted me and said, Dear, dear littleFairy! I thought ther

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