  "Oh, do not drown that pretty thing," One morn I heard Matilda say— "Do, now, untie that cruel string, And do not drown him, Robert, pray. "His feet, how drolly mark'd they are; And feel his coat, as soft as silk; Oh, let me have him, dear mamma, And let him share my bread and milk." Now little Carlo wagg'd his tail, And, looking up, he seem'd to say, To you for saving me to-day." And some months after, so it proved, Carlo, the grateful, strong, and brave, His mistress (whom he dearly loved) Deliver'd from a watery grave. |
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