Carlo got
very fond of me--and his dog-love helped me through
that first dreadful year after mother died, when I was
alone. When I heard that Dick was coming back I was
afraid Carlo wouldn't be so much mine. But he never
seemed to care for Dick, though he had been so fond of
him once. He would snap and growl at him as if he were
a stranger. I was glad. It was nice to have one thing
whose love was all mine. That old dog has been such a
comfort to me, Anne. He got so feeble in the fall that
I was afraid he couldn't live long--but I hoped I could
nurse him through the winter. He seemed pretty well
this morning. He was lying on the rug before the fire;
then, all at once, he got up and crept over to me; he
put his head on my lap and gave me one loving look out
of his big, soft, dog eyes--and then he just shivered
and died. I shall miss him so."
"Let me give you another dog, Leslie," said Anne .
"I'm getting a lovely Gordon setter for a Christmas
present for Gilbert. Let me give you one too."
Leslie shook her head.
"Not just now, thank you, Anne.
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