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Life moved on the wings of youth for Van, and changes were many. The very morning after the trip to Madison Square, Bob Grant packed some things into a suit-case. It lay on the floor, and Van could see into it by putting his forepaws on the edge. Nay, he could do more than that. When Bob came to put in his handkerchiefs he found young Van sitting comfortably in the middle of his best silk negligée shirt.
"So you're planning to go too, mister! Well, I'm planning to take you, but not in my suit-case. There's the covered basket all ready for you. We're going this very afternoon. You may have thought this was home, but it isn't. It's only a New York studio, where one earns his bread and butter. When you get to your final destination you'll have all out-of-doors to chase your tail in, -- that is, if you ever have one long enough to chase. It's back to the old farm for you.