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dog we had with us in town, and Bogie hated
London. After the quiet country life, the in-
cessant roll of carriages, tramping of horses,
and callings of coachmen, shrill cab-whistles,
and all the noises of a fashionable neighbor-
hood at night during a London season, were
most objectionable to Bogie; he could not rest,
and often Joe got out of bed in the night, and
took him in his arms, to prevent his waking
all of us, with his shrill barking at the un-
wonted sounds.

As I have said before, I am very nervous,
and the prospect of spending several more
weeks in the big London house, without my
husband, was far from pleasant; so I invited
my widowed sister and her girls to stay with
me some time longer, and made up my mind
to banish my fears, and think of nothing but
that the dark nights would be getting shorter
and shorter, and meanwhile our house was
well protected, as far as good strong bolts
and chains could do so.

One night I felt more nervous than usual.
I had expected a letter from America for some
days past, and none had arrived. On_ this