“Everything that could be carried was packed. Bijou was in a wicker basket, yowling. She would be travelling on one of the two hand-carts that stood outside, already piled high with household goods. “Please, we must look for Budge once more before we go!” begged André. “Why can’t we go and find him?” sobbed Marie. “There’s no time.” Their mother was busy directing Amy and Thérèse, who were carrying a large basket full of linen between them. Sam could not beg – he was merely a servant – but Paul ...Giraud knew that of all of them he was the most desperate to find his dog. “Sam,” he said gently, “I think if Budge was alive he would have found his way home by now.” His kind voice made Sam’s tears overflow. Sam remembered his last sight of Budge, at the top of that alley, looking back and waiting for them before the smoke engulfed him. The thought of never seeing him again was unbearable. “Come.” Paul Giraud laid a hand on his shoulder. “We must go now.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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