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over the woodpile and scattering the kindling all 

 about. 



As he had increased in size and strength, Mrs. 

 Weldon felt a little anxious about letting him sleep 

 with Ursula, unless she were close at hand to watch 

 them. In order to keep him away from the cradle, 

 they had put a lattice-gate in the doorway between 

 the kitchen and the bedroom. This did not keep 

 Bruno out, however, for he soon learned to climb 

 over it. Pulling himself up hand over hand like a 

 monkey, he would gain the top, then, huddled into 

 a furry bundle, he would drop awkwardly, often 

 bottom-side-up, to the floor. Whining as he un- 

 curled himself, he would waddle across the room, 

 his long little toe-nails clicking as he ran, and 

 jumping into the cradle, would soon be sound 

 asleep, nestled close to the baby. 



From what Mrs. Weldon had written me, I had 

 expected that Bruno would be much larger than I 

 now found him. He was nearly five months old, 

 yet he weighed only eleven and a half pounds. 

 From her letters I had inferred that he would 

 be fully twice his present size. On the lumber 

 wagon I had brought a large dry-goods box about 

 the size of a piano case. I had also bought a collar 

 for the cub one that would be about right for 

 an ordinary setter dog. Both these articles were 

 misfits. The collar was so large that Bruno could 



