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I have been to look at Caroline's pony, in obedience to her reiterated request that I would not miss a day in seeing that she was well cared for.

Anxious as Caroline was about this pony of hers before starting, she now never mentioned the poor animal once in her letters.

The image of her pet suffers from displacement.
August 3 .-- Caroline's forgetfulness of her pony has naturally enough extended to me, her sister.

It is ten days since she last wrote, and but for a note from my mother I should not know if she were dead or alive..