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"But home is home wherever it is, / When we're all together and nothing amiss. " / _Irish Ballad._
By this time, of course, it was quite dark. It had been quite light when auntie and Mademoiselle Lucie set off, but at Santino the darkness comes on very quickly. Poor Baby, he _would_ have been in trouble if auntie had not come to look, for him -- - that is to say if the old man and the young woman had allowed him to set off on his journey home alone. I don't think he would ever have got there, for in the dark he could not have found his way, and he certainly could never have got the shiny jugs and Minet and the money-box all home in safety!