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CHAPTER III.

In the beginning of October we arrived in
London. There had been much packing up,
and much extra work for everybody, and Joe
was in his element.

What those long arms, and that willing
heart, and those quick little hands got through,
nobody but those he helped and worked for
could tell. Whatever was wanted Joe knew
where to find it. Joe’s knife was ready to
cut a stubborn knot; Joe’s shoulders ready
to be loaded with as heavy a weight as any
man could carry. More than once I met him
coming down-stairs with large boxes he himself
could almost have been packed in, and he de-
clared he did not find them too heavy.

“You see, Missis,” he said, “I’m that strong
now since I’ve been here, with all the good
food I gets, and bein’ so happy like, that I
feel almost up to carryin’ anythink. I do be-
lieve I could lift that there pianner, if some-