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his own, though he could n t say much about it, and in his 

 dog fashion proclaimed his likes and dislikes quite as 

 strongly as if he could speak. When the time came for 

 taking him home, he growled and showed his teeth dan 

 gerously at the man who was sent for him, and it was 

 necessary to drag him back by force, and tie him into his 

 kennel. However, he soon settled that matter by gnawing 

 the rope in two and padding down again and appearing 

 among his little friends, quite to their delight. Two or 

 three times was he taken back and tied or chained ; but 

 he howled so dismally, and snapped at people in such a 

 misanthropic manner, that finally the kind old lady thought 

 it better to have no dog at all than a dog soured by 

 blighted affection. So she loosed his rope, and said, &quot;There, 

 Carlo, go and stay where you like &quot; ; and so Carlo came 

 to us, and a joy and delight was he to all in the house. 

 He loved one and all ; but he declared himself as more 

 than all the slave and property of our little Prince Char 

 ley. He would lie on the floor as still as a door-mat, and 

 let him pull his hair, and roll over him, and examine his 

 eyes with his little fat fingers ; and Carlo submitted to all 

 these personal freedoms with as good an understanding as 

 papa himself. When Charley slept, Carlo stretched himself 

 along under the crib ; rising now and then, and standing 

 with his broad breast on a level with the slats of the crib, 

 he would look down upon him with an air of grave pro- 



