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have spoken plainer of love and memory than this one 

 action ? 



Carlo lived with us a year after this, when a time came 

 for the whole family hive to be taken up and moved away 

 from the flowery banks of the Ohio, to the piny shores of 

 Maine. All our household goods were being uprooted, dis- 

 ordered, packed, and sold ; and the question daily arose, 

 " What shall we do with Carlo ? " There was hard begging 

 on the part of the boys that he might go with them, and 

 one even volunteered to travel all the way in baggage cars 

 to keep Carlo company. But papa said no, and so it was 

 decided to send Carlo up the river to the home of a very 

 genial lady who had visited in our family, and who appre- 

 ciated his parts, and offered him a home in hers. 



The .matter was anxiously talked over one day in the 

 family circle while Carlo lay under the table, and it was 

 agreed that papa and Willie should take him to the steam- 

 boat landing the next morning. But the next morning Mr. 

 Carlo was nowhere to be found. In vain was he called, 

 from garret to cellar ; nor was it till papa and Willie had 

 gone to the city that he came out of his hiding-place. 

 For two or three days it was impossible to catch him, but 

 after a while his suspicions were laid, and we learned not 

 to speak out our plans in his presence, and so the transfer 

 at last was prosperously effected. 



We heard from him once in his new home, as being a 

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