"He was Dick's old dog, you know--Dick had him for a year or so before we were married.

He left him with me when he sailed on the Four Sisters.
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.