Her dear little canary Barry, died with her.

She would never be separated from him, and his cage had been taken up to the top of the hotel with her.

He probably died an easier death than his poor mistress.

Charley's dog escaped, but was so frightened that he ran out to their house, outside the town.
At tea time, Mr.Morris went down town to see that the Italian got a comfortable place for the night.

When he came back, he said that he had found out that the Italian was by no means so old a man as he looked and that he had talked to him about raising a sum of money for him among the Fairport people, till he had become quite cheerful, and said that if Mr.
Morris would do that, he would try to gather another troupe of animals together and train them.
"Now, what can we do for the Italian ?" asked Mrs.Morris.