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lunch he was usually contented to take a nap, lying quietly 

 beside his master's coat until he saw Black Belle har- 

 nessed, and a tired but happy dog knew it was time to 

 return to Santa Rosa. 



Jumbo's bed was a small box with an opening in one 

 side as well as at the top. When it was bedtime he 

 would jump into the box and wait for his master's "good 

 night." Then, kissing his hand, Jumbo would curl down and 

 have his blanket placed over him. He did not crawl out 

 from under the cover until morning, but sometimes a 

 little brown nose might be seen at the opening in the side 

 of the box. 



One day soon after he came to the Burbank home 

 Jumbo stood watching Tortoise, the cat an older and 

 larger member of the household eating from a small 

 dish. Evidently he had noticed that Tortoise had always 

 the same dish, and that he was not allowed to eat from 

 it. Probably he did not understand that his tongue 

 lapped up the milk so fast that the cat, with her daintier 

 way of eating, would have had little chance to get her 

 breakfast had he been allowed, to eat from the same plate. 



Jumbo stood still for some time, an act which was 

 quite unusual for such a lively little animal, as if trying 

 to solve a hard problem. Suddenly he ran out into the 

 field where some soil was being prepared for use in plant- 

 ing. Among the ashes brought from town were some 

 broken and discarded dishes. Jumbo carefully dug the 



