BRUNO 



for a walk. I had tied a broad light-blue ribbon 

 in a big bow round his neck, which contrasted 

 beautifully with his auburn curls. I felt very 

 proud of his appearance, and he also eyed me 

 with a look of satisfaction. Alas ! " Pride 

 goeth before a fall, and a haughty spirit before 

 destruction." 



As we crossed a street that ran at right angles 

 with the one we were gracing, Bruno, looking 

 down its vista, caught sight of what was prob- 

 ably the first flock of hens he had ever seen. 



All the setter in him sprang to the fore, and 

 in a flash he was off after them. Without a 

 thought, I followed. Up and down the street 

 we sped, he after the one speckled hen he had 

 singled out, and I after him, shrieking to him, 

 and making lunges at him with my parasol, as 

 he and the hen rushed by me. 



Finally the distracted Biddy, squawking, 

 cackling, and with outspread wings, found the 

 hole under the fence through which the others 

 had escaped and disappeared, leaving us to view 

 the ruins, heated and dishevelled, with smashed 

 parasol, muddy feet, draggled ribbon, and van- 

 ished dignity. 



After some half-hysterical reproaches from 

 me, which Bruno listened to with drooping ears 



