He told them how much he loved his
animals, and, how it "made ze heart bitter to hear zem crying to him to
deliver zem from ze raging fire."
The boys came home, and got their breakfast and went to school. Miss
Laura did not go out. She sat all day with a very quiet, pained face.
She could neither read nor sew, and Mr. and Mrs. Morris were just as
unsettled. They talked about the fire in low tones, and I could see that
they felt more sad about Mrs. Montague's death than if she had died in
an ordinary way. 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
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