92 OUR DOGS. 



the twilight shadows, and so she called a big dog named 

 Carlo, and gave the establishment into his charge. 



Carlo was a great, tawny-yellow mastiff, as big as a calf, 

 with great, clear, honest eyes, and stiff, wiry hair ; and the 

 good lady called him to the side of the little wagon, and 

 said, &quot; Now, Carlo, you must take good care of Charley, 

 and you must n t let anything hurt him.&quot; 



Carlo wagged his tail in promise of protection, and away 

 he trotted, home with the wicker wagon ; and when he 

 arrived, he was received with so much applause by four 

 little folks, who dearly loved the very sight of a dog, he 

 was so stroked and petted and caressed, that he concluded 

 that he liked the place better than the home he came 

 from, where were only very grave elderly people. He tar 

 ried all night, and slept at the foot of the boys bed, who 

 could hardly go to sleep for the things they found to say 

 to him, and who were awake ever so early in the morning, 

 stroking his rough, tawny back, and hugging him. 



At his own home Carlo had a kennel all to himself, 

 where he was expected to live quite alone, and do duty by 

 watching and guarding the place. Nobody petted him, or 

 stroked his rough hide, or said, &quot;Poor dog!&quot; to him, and 

 so it appears he had a feeling that he was not appreciated, 

 and liked our warm-hearted little folks, who told him stories, 

 gave him half of their own supper, and took him to bed 

 with them sociably. Carlo was a dog that had a mind of 



