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other exhibition, and they asked me to fire another 

 shot. So I took a picture of the baby sister in her 

 mother's lap. She was now nearly nine months 

 old, and in order that there should be plenty of 

 food for her foster-brother, she was being weaned, 

 and occasionally they fed her on that good old New 

 England stand-by, baked beans and pork. It may 

 be seen by referring to her picture that the diet 

 agreed with her. 



As I had hoped to buy the bear and take him 

 home with me, I had brought a nursing-bottle 

 and some cans of condensed milk then a rare 

 commodity in the woods so that he could be 

 well fed on his journey to Boston. Diluting the 

 milk with warm water, I now filled the bottle, and 

 the oldest child gave Bruno his first commercial 

 food. Stretched out on the table- top, with his fat 

 little body sagging down on the oilcloth cover, he 

 took his new fare with apparent relish. 



This pleased me very much, for now I should 

 have no trouble about feeding him on the way 

 home. It soon proved, however, that I had been a 

 little "previous" in my calculations, for when I 

 asked Mrs. Weldon how much money she wanted 

 for the bear, I received an instant rebuff. 



"Sell my cub? I guess not!" she exclaimed 

 with great indignation; and then added: "Why, 

 Mr. Underwood, you have n't got money enough 



